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I didnt know what else to put the subject as...but oh well. Me and one of my best mates (jammy) are the poison twins...long story which i wont explain. I miss fi, she'll be away for 2 weeks..and i still miss Kelly..they're coming back soon though so it's ok =) It's my birthday in like...3days...i have asked for a U2 ipod...hmm now, i wonder if i'll get it. Im going now..have a few problems to resolve...oh joy. |
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yay =) all the problems i had today are sorted....until tomorrow...and the day after...and so on. I'm talking to raven, it's weird we haven't spoken in months and i feel ill..oh well. i've adopted an emo kid...or 3..i don't know why...but i just did..i would show you...but it wont let me put them on..right...what to call them....*thinks* ok..Dom, Lily and Brandon..yay they have names! ^_^ im confuzzled..i don't know what else to add on my site...it's just the same lame old crap and im sick of it..if anyone has any good ideas of what i can put on my site...feel free to let me know... =D *sigh* hotmail is just getting ridiculous... and i leave with some words... *Its very hard to build happiness for yourself, if you have built on top of somebody else's pain.* xx |
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--->Last Lines<--- No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life--that in me has rest, As I--undying Life--have power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts: unutterably vain; Worthless as wither'd weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by Thine Infinity; So surely anchor'd on The steadfast rock of immortality. With wide-embracing love Thy Spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou were left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee. There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou--Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed Emily Bronte (1818-1848) xx |