Leah, do you sometimes wish you didn’t have to go home?

Do you wish your feet would one day keep walking

and take you far away from here,

far away and maybe your feet would stop in front of a house,

A nice one with flowers and big windows and steps

for you to climb up two by two upstairs

to where a room is waiting for you.

And if you opened the little window latch

and gave it a shove,

the windows would swing open,

all the sky would come in.

There’d be no nosy neighbors watching,

no motorcycles and cars,

no sheets and towels and laundry.

Only trees and more trees and plenty of blue sky.

And you could laugh, Leah.

You could go to sleep and wake up

and never have to think who likes you and doesn’t like you.

You could close your eyes

and you wouldn’t have to worry what people said

because you never belonged here anyway and

nobody could make you sad

and nobody would think you’re strange

because you like to dream and dream.

And you could sing,

anytime you wanted,

loud and careless,

flashy as ever,

without the whole world waiting

for you to make a mistake

when all you wanted,

all you wanted, Leah,

was to love, and to love

and to love

and to love,

and no one could call that crazy.

__________________________

p.s. i'm not used to someone caring this much for me.

so, i'm sorry if i'm avoiding the outcome of

yet another heartbreak

that i'm pretty sure i cannot handle.

but i'm trying the best that i can.

<3

o my fack.

it's been way too long since this

lonely x has been updated.

I laid down in bed last night.

I imagined how it would be like

if I had the power to free you from your worries,

even for a moment.

Can't say I'm much of a savior .. .

or a savior at all.

But it doesn't take away from the fact

that I still want to be there for you.

Whatever help it may be,

however little it may be.

Folklife was spectacular.

Job is boring .. .

[but worthwhile]

&&&

Summer is awesome.

But I miss everyone

O so mucho.

Here’s some folklife pics:

8)

guys.

gals.

guys and gals

spear dance.

scarf dance.

pagdiwata.

pokasala.

fast tinikling. [last day]

8)

why does it bug me so much

to the point where I hate myself

for blurting out corrections

as if i'm always Right?

My logic, seems necessary

when conversation occurs.

which leads toooooo...

[I think I think too much.]

i can honestly say,

i brutally hate this habit,

and fact that I really am

the only one who

can attempt to fix it.

note to self:

quit relying on other people too often,

&&&

don't resist the urge to shut up

when people are stupid enough

not to use proper english.

BAH.

edit note to self:

substitue to word "stupid"

with something more clever.

_leah's current events.

birthday party.

check.

mother's day.

check.

summer.

hurry the fack up already.

random pic that made my day ...

 that crooked smile.

keep it coming.

i can never get enough.

_leahmarie.

Over time, I'll be remembering
how I chased after you
when you ran away.
I'll be remembering your arms
around my waist,
you promising forever.
It won't hurt anymore at that point,
but it'll be enough to bring the sting of recognition.
You know, the sting that
brings hot, misty tears to your eyes,
never enough to reduce you to hysterics
like when you first saw the promise break.

gee whiz, i haven't written in a long ass time.
please forgive me xanga.

life is sweet nowadays.
i've even started talking to him...
[if u consider an occasinal "hello" talking to him.]
c.j. says it's better than just staring at him
and saying "guess who's here!" every morning
when he walks into the room.
i can't complain.
it's more than i've had
for a while now.
life is sweet nowadays.

_leahmarie.

i am currently staring at my biology book

with the homework sheets wedged

somewhere between pages

four hundred something

to four hundred something-something.

sadly now, my taco cabana cup is empty;

the coaster looks lonely,

and i can see

the outline of the condensation ring

around the edge of this melting cup.

i don't exactly know

why i'm NOT using the coaster...

but when i do...

only THEN,

can you question me.

our elbows on the table,

tired, more than ever,

hold up heavier faces than expected.

but they never hesitate to fail us.

the dance floor was empty...

UNTiL FMP ARRiVED!!! [and what?!]

i can never get enough of people's faces

when they watch us dance.["we" meaning CJ]

[uncle rey's BAR is NOW reOPEN?!]

poobah.

the GRAND reOPENiNG

wasn't much of a success

as everybody thought it would be.

have u ever felt like you were

being followed?

i wouldn't consider it STALKER

yet...because "following" is like

"i want to see her face,

i want to see her move,

i want to see...her."

i felt like paolo was following me

after skool friday.

...and i think a lil birdy

named LATRiCE told him something.

::Insert sherlock background music here::

TAKS next week.poobah.

goodday.

_leahmarie

p.s. i’ve lost my facking voice.