Wednesday, August 15, 2007 | 5:13 AM
today mum finally asked, what are we gonna do abt the dog. the dog. how detached.
from the very beginning i knew, it was just too good to come true. Dad says our house is too small for a BIG dog. and THICK coats need aircond. he stated hes not paying. Mum is already so stressed frm office work and housework. if at anytime im not at home, she has to handle keiska. no doubt a puppy ll bring us joy, but i dun wan keiska to become a burden to her. Rie and Lyn SAY they want, but if they cant even take care of themselves, how more to attend to the needs of a pet who cant speak? if only there were mini mini huskies, i ll take her everywhere i go.
so just like that, i lost my companion. i never even had the chance to love her. to think i actually went to get bk, to check out prices of accessories. ha, how dumb.
excuse me i ll go cry with my Bible now. God, make me stand again.
You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless, like you’ve lost your fight
But you’ll be alright, you’ll be alright
‘Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you’re made of
You might bend ‘til you break
‘Cause it’s all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you’ve had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand, then you stand
Life’s like a novel with the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon with only one way down
Take what you’re given before it’s gone
And start holdin’ on, keep holdin’ on
Every time you get up and get back in the race
One more small piece of you starts to fall into place.
Rascal Flatts. Stand.
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