'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me like that
'Cause nobody wants to do it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there

Apparently if I weren't 'saved' by someone out there, I'd be raped in the future.
-Really?-

Anyways, I don't know. And somehow I'm already 'saved'. And so goodbye, I'm tossed out of the boat and left to float.

Now I open my eyes to see the corruption amongst the next generation, of 1992 and beyond?
But never mind, maybe it's only here.

Strange how the currently neighboring years aren't close. We were very close to the yr7s.
Also interesting to note that we dun exactly like them either. Could it be because the school pays so much attn to them and not much to us? Or is it coz of that, and more? Like, they're more rowdy, more troublesome... ok nvm.

I wanna live out the last of my high school days with my yr 6 buddies. They come from different schools and all and are a generally fun bunch. They've got life, or most of them do. And they are SANE and genrally more...... OPEN-EYED. Guess it's the exposure.

But I can say my schooling life isn't as vibrant as it should have been. Or what I've been looking forward to the first day I stepped into this phase of life. And the first day, meaning, the preschool days. My preschool days were horrible. I shudder at the thought of it and am amazed I actually survived it. So after preschool I've made a resolution that I'd live the rest of my schooling days a very happy one.

Yes, it was happy, generally... umm... borderline happy. But it just lacked what I was looking for, and so I'm still quite disappointed. It's too late to do anything though, because it is just impossible to find it within a year. Not like I've been lazy and not searching for it. I have been searching. I just couldn't find or obtain it. Sighs.

For now I've settled for something simple. And I'm grateful.

I'm sad, but so what? Not like anybody's going to do anything. It's the same thing again, sit in a corner and wait for it to tide over, wait for it to wash over my body, mind and soul. And seek temporary solace in the night, the temporary embrace of sleep. Comforting myself.

A lone paladin stands with her sword.
Her long bronze hair flutters as the evening wind blows.
Her eyes out of focus as she leant on her sword.
Waiting for her wounds to heal.
Waiting for time.
And waiting for the person who reaches.
A person who won't draw a sword to her,
someone who never runs in fear.
She yearns for a bath and a no,
not a bed, but arms she can rest in.

nope, not doing the interesting thing yet. Sorry.

And Aaron I owe you a link on my blog. Sorry.

I.. won't meet him until I start working...
Until then. Wait for me.
We'll meet. Definitely.
And we'll never let go.