Dear Diary,
I have my mom who is bitchy dumb awful and too attractive than lois griffin. A dakika ago, my phone have the incoming call and i saw this ugliest, terrible, headache giver pic of my mom in the whole world. I glad I would have give it to my trustworthy uncle and he goes, "why is she was pictured in her underwear?" Ow!!!!! I cant get this pic out of my mind! i really wish i get away from my annoying mom! My peeps who fanned me au i fanned to, plz help me!
PS do not - i repeat - Do Not tell me to go to counselor. He is old weird and single!
I have my mom who is bitchy dumb awful and too attractive than lois griffin. A dakika ago, my phone have the incoming call and i saw this ugliest, terrible, headache giver pic of my mom in the whole world. I glad I would have give it to my trustworthy uncle and he goes, "why is she was pictured in her underwear?" Ow!!!!! I cant get this pic out of my mind! i really wish i get away from my annoying mom! My peeps who fanned me au i fanned to, plz help me!
PS do not - i repeat - Do Not tell me to go to counselor. He is old weird and single!
Hope still blazes
Inside me.
I know I can do this.
It's possible,
And hope is entirely on
My side.
I believe I can do this.
I shall soar like an eagle
And touch the sky.
Reaching my dreams,
Achieving my goals.
While the war still blazes away
Outside,
I have a dream
That one day,
Somewhere,
There will be peace.
Everyone will live in harmony
That day,
Peacefully,
Never before to be engaged
In the horrible shackles of war.
Though difficult,
I believe in myself.
I believe in my country.
I believe in the world.
I believe that we can do this.
Hope still blazes.
Inside me.
I know I can do this.
It's possible,
And hope is entirely on
My side.
I believe I can do this.
I shall soar like an eagle
And touch the sky.
Reaching my dreams,
Achieving my goals.
While the war still blazes away
Outside,
I have a dream
That one day,
Somewhere,
There will be peace.
Everyone will live in harmony
That day,
Peacefully,
Never before to be engaged
In the horrible shackles of war.
Though difficult,
I believe in myself.
I believe in my country.
I believe in the world.
I believe that we can do this.
Hope still blazes.
I gave it all my strength,
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time wewe gave it.
The hard path seems zaidi rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though wewe have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a siku ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.
It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.
It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.
The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time wewe gave it.
The hard path seems zaidi rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though wewe have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.
Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a siku ago.
Cause I gave it my all.
Why does life seem to be getting zaidi and zaidi confusing? People always told me, "You will understand once wewe grow up." Now, I do not agree in any way with those people. Breakups, your friend dumping you, getting in trouble, those are all things that happen basically everyday today. Before, when I was a little girl, people always fussed over me, took care of me, were Marafiki with me forever, it seemed. What happened? Why is this happening to me? I want to ask that. But no one seems to know the answer. Especially when we see fights out, we know that fog is drifting into our minds. I don't like this at all. I want the fog to lift. But it doesn't seem to be happening...not today, au ever. Everything seems to be staying the way it is right now: confusing, awkward, new to us. I really hope that one siku something will change. But...for now, the future isn't bright. Not in any way I see it.
Freedom stood tall,
Bravely waving in the air,
Hoping all could be reminded
Of his courage
Freedom stood
In the midst of war,
Never before standing so bravely still
Even during hard times
Fighting England, his enemy
He stood, wearing
His Red, White, and Blue apparel
Freedom stood tall, waiting for an end to slavery
Waiting for a start for freedom
Freedom stood...
To remind his people to stand up for their rights
And Freedom broke away from his shackles
Freedom broke away from his worst enemy
Bravely waving in the air,
Hoping all could be reminded
Of his courage
Freedom stood
In the midst of war,
Never before standing so bravely still
Even during hard times
Fighting England, his enemy
He stood, wearing
His Red, White, and Blue apparel
Freedom stood tall, waiting for an end to slavery
Waiting for a start for freedom
Freedom stood...
To remind his people to stand up for their rights
And Freedom broke away from his shackles
Freedom broke away from his worst enemy
