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Saturday, August 20, 2005

There you go
You're always so right
It's all a big show
It's all about you

You think you know
What everyone needs
You always take time
To criticize me

It seems like everyday
I make mistakes
I just can't get it right

It's like I'm the one
You love to hate
But not today

So shut up, shut up, shut up
Don't wanna hear it
Get out, get out, get out
Get out of my way
Step up, step up, step up
You'll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down

it's hard not to yell scream shout rave rant, when it's the thing you'd most automatically do when faced with a situation like that. when your brain is swimming with the snidest remarks on earth, when sarcasm rules your every word. when you glare so hard at someone and they don't seem to notice. and you know it's bad when you can picture sharah singing "roll over the ocean roll over the sea" in reference to the movements of your eyeballs. and you feel really bad about feeling that way.

and then you pray, and God'll help make things better, help you control your hot temper. which may not be particularly characteristic of you, but still. God does miracles.

miracles like helping me to pass my mep paper when i fully expected to flunk. i got a2 for harmony paper, even, though i didnt KNOW there was a freaking harmony paper.

amazing, isn't it, the things that can be done when you're on His side?
thank you, God(: