I Could Keep Prattling On About Those
(I Want To Say Alicia?) Lyrics, But Although That Song
Is A Tad Fucktastic, I'll Let It Skip Right Past Me,
Pick Up My Beans &&. Get On With The Task At Hand.
HARRO!
Not The Mesiah, Not Even Katy Perry, But Little [Tall Enough]
Me, Typing From My Computer! Surprised Much?
Argh. Time. It Actually Flies Past. It Seems To Be Quite An
Obvious Factor Of My Life. It Picks Up The Pace, As It Does For All Of Us
When We Need It To Stop, Such As Studying For Pre's, Cramming In Formulas,
And Holding On, With Regards To Nothing Else, Those Last Few Moments With
That One Person You Have That Makes You Forget That Time Even Exsists.
Time Weaves In And Out Of Joys, Events, Days And Inevitably Loss.
And Not Only Does It Weave, But It Slows Down. Sometimes Its So Slow,
Its A Wonder It Doesnt Relasp. But No Matter What. It Goes On. &&.
Somewhere Amongst The Chaos Of It All, We Find Ourselves More Learned,
Stronger, Weaker, Tired, Estatic, Drowning..
Loss Of Character, People, Or Time. It Happens.
Shit Happens. What Do We Do?
We Bitch, We Moan, We Cry, More Than Anything
We Pretend It Doesnt Bother Us:)
Just How True That Last Statement Is.
We're So Good At Pretending.
We Pretend We'll Study, Just Trying To Pass The Time
Till Skins Actually Appears On Our Tellies [WHIZZER!]
We Pretend That We Actually Don't Bitch About People
&&. Our Halo's Gleam Out Of Our Ass! We Also Pretend That
At The End Of The Day, We're Okay. Nobodies Always Okay.
Sure There's Days When You Get Up Or Nights When You
Crawl Into Bed And Feel Like The Biggest Hazard In Your Life
Is Yourself. And Your Constant Beating Up Of Your Own Confidence.
Your Constant Comparing To Others Achievements, Your Own
Constant Pressure. But Alas We're So Good At Pretending That
We Don't Care About It, That We End Up A Stressful Wreck,
Crying Because That Stupid Fucking Maths Formula Just Won't Stick
In Your Head! Crying Because You Put Your T-Shirt On Backwards,
And Crying Again Because You Where Re-living It.
Leaving Cert My Fellows...Is No Laughing Matter.
The Pre's, Thank Gott, Are Over.
But Ahead Of Me, Us, Lies Something That Is Enough To Bring
Even The Soliders To Stationary. The Smart To Their Knees.
The Teachers To AA Meetings.
Everyone Say Hi To Liam!
Hi Liam! (They Say In Chorus)
We Pretend, We Cry, We Break Down.
All By Ourselves.
&&. How Stupid.
Because Do We Not Realise That Those People
Around Us That We See Everyday At School
Go Home With An Empty Or Semi Full Bag Of Books
And No Matter What Their Social Status Or Expectations..
They Too Hear That Voice At The Back Of Their Head That Whispers..
Oh So Maleviolently, That Maybe, Just Perhaps
''You're Just Not Good Enough''.
Rant Over?
Kiddies, Im Just Back.
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