because maybe I want to fall in love with You… fall so hard and so deep.. there’s no turning back…
hello. hello. baby, i can’t hear a thing. i have got no service in the club you see, see.
w-w-what did you say? you’re breaking up on me…
- telesales… >.<
eating reese’s peanut butter cups and thinking of you..
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glad you’re not here or else i’ll have to share XD
If you said goodbye to me tonight,
there will still be music left to right
what else could I do?
I’m so inspired by you
that hasn’t happened for the longest time
there will still be music left to right
what else could I do?
I’m so inspired by you
that hasn’t happened for the longest time
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observations and impressions on growing up and adulthood: the big kids
You know how when you played with other kids not your age, they always make you do the things that they don’t want to. They get to decide what to play, how to play and who goes to which team. And they boss you around. And you can’t do anything because you’re too little.
Many times you enjoy playing anyway, screaming, laughing and running around. Not all big kids are bossy. Some of them are nice and give you treats, if they like you. The really big kids like to play with the pre-schoolers and find them really cute, snot and all.
I think that grown ups are like that too. Older grown ups are like big kids. They boss you around. They decide the game, the rules and your role. Many times, you don’t mind them. They know more stuff than you do anyway. Other times, they really make you do stuff that you really hate.
My dad told me that I should just do what the big kids tell me to do. Enjoy the game. Who knows? I might learn to enjoy it and learn something really useful. But you know what? I just really feel like throwing a tantrum right about now. So excuse me, I’m still a small kid. When I’m confronted with something I don’t like and understand, I just want to scream my head off and pull the hair of the first person who comes near me.
P.S.
Big kids never found me cute. I was either ignored or teased and bullied to tears. I hate big kids!
P.P.S.
Dear big kids, if I ever meet your kids, I’m gonna tease them to tears too because I never got to punch your face and kick your balls when I was younger.
