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addictive
What I am was born in me. It’s a part of who I am, who my family is, who we all are as a tribe — it’s the reason why we’re still here.
I’d hate to shatter the dream world you live in — the one where the sun is orbiting the place where you stand — so I won’t tell you how little I care what your problem is. Go. Away.
Normal humans run away from monsters, Bella. And I never claimed to be normal. Just human.
It had been so confusing. Dying to kill him. Afraid to hurt her. My friends in the way.
For a tiny space, I was disappointed. What? No magic visions, no formidable offensive abilities like, oh, shooting lightning bolts from my eyes or something? Nothing helpful or cool at all?
I was actually waiting for something to happen.
Music Playing...

Friday, August 22, 2008, 5:49 AM
A new song I wrote...[100% copyrighted]

Rejection

I never cried...
Since I was Primary Five...

The strong feeling is still in there..
Strong and resistant to sensitive situations...
I know you would never be there...
Cause i am rejected by a friend in a temptation

Tears that rolled down from my cheeks
You still did not realise that
Even if u r standing on the peak
Even if I am dead...

CHORUS:

After hearing the rejection..
I wrote bad things in my diary.....
Which cause me to feel bad
The objection..
Had made me feel lonely...
I never felt that sad...

Before I had this feeling
I thought you were my friend
But u gave me a feeling
I never even felt before, even if I am dead
Something has cause me to change badly
Rejection...


After thinking bout "plans"
Making sure that everything is going to work out
I looked through the window lense
I saw you and ur friends hanging out, shouting loud

I thought about the first day we met
Our friendship grew
But now I felt so dead
I think that we are through

CHORUS (x2)

Don't you ever get it..
I was trying to fit in..
You push me away to get into it..
And guess what...I was already in

CHORUS (x2)

Rejection..