God,

Wita had a stroke...

She isnt understanding much right now...

Please tell her I love her...

Please ask her to fight to stay, to fight to be normal....

I ask you to fight for her...

fight for me to keep strong.....

I'd sooner give up my whole life, my whole belongings...my happiness, my education, if you let her stay....

if ur going to take her, please take me 2...

because I couldn't bare to go on in life with out her....

fight for her...

let her stay....

let her go back to normal....

Por Favor, Dios...

Ayudala...

I cud only imagine, these malicious ways toward my pillow

No one more pounding could possibly undo, my confusious.

No denying my void, nor denying my infliction, could undo my thought bubble,

No alcoholic beverage, or peace herb, could heal the ache

My heart's latch is only it's commandment

The clicking of emotion...

The pounding of its existance...

is only what could possibly end in its understatement

the love song on the radio, causing my dire

my paper completing ashier

my words overlapping one other...

I expect your call, but I renoun my labyrinth of pronounciation

es tu corazon [it is your heart], that I would love to gain premium

or atleast the answer of my undying questions...

why is that I feel-ith so confused...?

[finish later...]

I wrote this a while back I think Novemeber of 2006 in math class! It was to someone I then had mistakenly given my heart to @ the time..... I just found it! I made me re-cry and feel old feelings:

Six divided by three equals two.

 A math problem which I did not comprehend.

For I am thinking of you in the back of my head,

a secret, like this writting, secretly hidden in the back of my book.

2 many feelings built, in my heart for you.

10:10AM, I made a wish for you to comprehend my point of you, not my point of view...

But for you to see my feelings in a more blissful way,

Realize that maybe I'm the guy to make his way into your heart,

To state the obvious, I love you, your the guy for me.

 Although I fear your brothers, I fear my reaction much more than 2 million of them, a swarm, a clan, an army,

My heart is yet to explode in this head-on collision for you, mi quierido amor.

A tear for you, is an ocean to much, no discription of my pathetic confusion, of dumbfoundedness, yet curiousity of how life would be spent with you by my side...  

I shouldnt have let my heart slip away so slightly, or fall so fast you wouldn't catch me...

Although I feel you're sometimes eminent,

I feel I'm obligated to exalt, and be zealous,

I want to dislike you in the loving way,

but I still remain adament!

OBVIOUSLY I DONT FEEL THE SAME WAY ABOUT THIS PERSON ANYMORE, BUT I THOUGHT THIS POEM WAS WAY TO BEAUTIFUL AND DESERVED A SPOT HERE, THE GUY THIS POEM WAS ABOUT IS LIKE ONE OF MY BESTEST FRIENDS!!!! I LOVE HIM MUCHO!!!! BUT YEAH!!!! ARITE                                        

....2 the sounds of a Restricted Call!!!

I gotta call last nite, from some person who called himself "Glen"

What does it mean exactly when someone's heart is "broken?" is it possible to glue or paste it back together again? Could you go to the store and buy a new one? Unofortunately, you can't do any of those things. All we really have is "time." It would be nice if there were a way to "heal your heart" faster....Why is it that we have emotions? Why is it that we feel so0o hurt and painfully wounded by the words of mouth verbally injected into our heads "Any guy would be lucky to have you, but that guy just isn't me." It's not like that person bruitally stabbed us to death, although those words give you more pain than a million of stabs and bullets to the head. Really, why do we have emotions? What is an emotion? Is it even real? Is it a state of mind? You can't touch it, taste it, see it.......feel it? Physically no, but "emotionally" yes...

To be honest, I hate that I want what [who] I can't have, or that I can't tell him how I really feel in my heart, or what thoughts are going through my head, he wants me to be honest, but can I really get the words out? and be able to be understood? I think not.....it sucks, because you want to hate them so0o bad, but you can't becuase "they are you're everything" as my bestii puts et....

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What do you think of me?

1.Who are you?

2. Are we friends?

3. When and how did we meet?

4. Do you have a crush on me?

5. Would you kiss me?

6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.

7. Describe me in one word.

8. What was your first impression?

9. Do you still think that way about me now?

10. What reminds you of me?

11. If you could give me anything what would it be?

12. How well do you know me?

13. When's the last time you saw me?

14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?

15. Do you love me?

16. Do you Miss me?

17. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?

So today is the second session of summer school. I'm taking World History...o joy, as if that wasn't torture enough. As we always do, every 1st day of every new class, we must introduce ourselves. Today it was "State your name, what school you go to, and what you like to do in your spare time." I was like "omg,,,,! yeah! totally kn0 waht I`m gonna say" Two rows have g0ne by and now it was my turn "Nicholas, I go to Davis High, and I like to do Colorgaurd in my spare time" The teacher g0es "Oh Colorgaurd, Awesome, that's very entertaining" But on the side of me I hear muttering under his breath, this little em0 kid whispering... "Fag!" now honestly, if you dont have the balls to say something outloud...don't say it mutha fucka. He must've th0t ii was g0nna jump his shit or s0mething, lemme tell uu, if ii wasnt 18, ii totally would...but ii really d0nt feel like being s0meones pris0n bitch anytime so0n so0o0o, yeah ii kept my co0l...

well this guy, 0mg...m0st ad0rable guy ever, ii've been crushing on him for s0me time n0w, but ii was way to shy to go up to him. But we talked over the phone last nite for an hour and a half, ii think it would've been longer, but sadly my phone died. He's this cute little bi kid, ii kn0 "ew" rite...but ii d0nt care...ii`m h0ping he calls again tonite. *muah*...

-Nicholas <3's uu!!!