it has been raining horribly the past few days. thunderstorms and all. kinda reflecting certain aspects of my life, but most part are fine and dandy with green meadows littered with pert little white daisies. thank god.
i do however, really really hate the thunder that comes after the lightning. does it have to be so deafening?! its like magnified crackling of the bowling alley in heaven.
i heart serena's hair texture with blair's colour and waves. but i could never ever work center parting. cos my face's so fat. lol. one of these days, i'm gonna sew the trapeze embellished halter gown that blair wore for myself. since i really can't afford it. i WILL do it.
"other people's pain is funny, but mine hurts" - Bart Simpson
sometimes, its like the dry skin peeling of the nail groove or cuticle. i wanna peel it out so much, instead of just toying with it, but i know it'd hurt so much during and after i'd rather just not do it. because my pain hurts. you'd know what i mean when i say it will just resurface again. no matter how much hand moisturizer i can plough onto my fingers. sigh.
justice is really just the realisation that the hurt from someone's attack would be so much more painful than the pleasure i get from attacking someone. so we come to a consensus of not hurting each other and keep to it. great.
snll drifted away at 2:40 AM
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