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Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?
I'M NOT OKAY
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out
Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed
I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now
(I'm okay, now)
But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust Me)
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
(Okay)
Monday, November 28, 2005
Michael's sick again. It started on Friday. Oddly enough, on Thursday, he said this, "Yeah, well, I hope that day is tomorrow." He was talking about the day I'll die. HAHA. That's good enough a revenge for me.
Saturday was spent watching movies. I watched Tim Burton's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Cellular and Mr and Mrs Smith. Michael nearly puked watching the first one. Yeah lots of people say that it was too much chocolate. Plus Michael was sick... It was good, overall. Quite true to the book. I like the props and background. Johnny Depp was just nuts, not really like Willy Wonka. Willy Wonka was full of energy, mischievous, playful, basically like a child. But in the movie he was just loony. Cellular was nice. I missed most of it though. But it was the typical sort of movie. The good guys win, bad guys get a one-way ticket to jail. Mr and Mrs Smith... Boy, this movie explains why Brad and Angelina are together. They are practically guled to each other at the lips and seem to really REALLY enjoy going to bed together. I know they are supposed to be a loving couple but they look genuine. Like they are enjoying themselves.
The only good part about Sunday was my Nano. I stayed up till midnight getting all my songs tranfered to the labtop, which has the iPod software, converting them, then updating the Nano. I have 238 songs, 2 podcasts and 20 photos. Total of slightly over 1GB. My nano only has 2GB. After loading, I stayed up after that for awhile to ... nevermind. XD
Oh yeah! Yesterday was weird. Dad was complaining about Mum. He said that Mum was very difficult sometimes. He noted that when she's tired, she'll do anything but sleep. And when you help her, she complains. When you don't, she complains that you don't help. I was agreeing with him actually. Most of it is true. I found out that Mum had cramps yesterday. After awhile, it occured to me that Mum does that too. Complain about Dad. Sometimes in front of him, sometimes behind. HAHA! How weird... But that's my parents.
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11:02 am
T a g b o a r d
A b o u t M e
Cassie
13
17 Feburary
MG
Singapore