So I was sitting at home, watching the comedy gala and texting (you know those meaningless conversations, the ones آپ don't enjoy but آپ don't want to just be rude and ignore your harasser), not really focusing, just daydreaming (about a bunch of grapes, with each انگور having a seperate personality and the ability to communicate, if آپ must know. Imagine the arguments they'd get into...), vaguely conscious of the fact that on the T.V a comedian was up there standing there in silence with no one laughing.
I was then pulled out of my reverie (one انگور had just کہا to another "What did the انگور do when it got stepped on? It let out a little wine". And the other found it incredibly insensitive) سے طرف کی the line "...It's not easy to shove a sleeping kitten into a hollowed out loaf of bread. But it is worth it if آپ want to surprise a mouse".
I considered this for a moment, looked thoughtful for a while (just because I like doing that), and then burst out laughing. And then I couldn't stop. And when I'd gotten over that somewhat pathetic joke, I found something new to laugh at, and then I pulled faces at myself and found them so hysterical I fell off the سوفی, لٹانا and was rolling around with laughter.
Anyways, I couldn't get enough oxygen into my lungs, and soon started to choke. I decided to think about Voldemort, because there is nothing funny about him.
The اگلے دن I told the joke to all my friends. They think I'm mad now.
I was then pulled out of my reverie (one انگور had just کہا to another "What did the انگور do when it got stepped on? It let out a little wine". And the other found it incredibly insensitive) سے طرف کی the line "...It's not easy to shove a sleeping kitten into a hollowed out loaf of bread. But it is worth it if آپ want to surprise a mouse".
I considered this for a moment, looked thoughtful for a while (just because I like doing that), and then burst out laughing. And then I couldn't stop. And when I'd gotten over that somewhat pathetic joke, I found something new to laugh at, and then I pulled faces at myself and found them so hysterical I fell off the سوفی, لٹانا and was rolling around with laughter.
Anyways, I couldn't get enough oxygen into my lungs, and soon started to choke. I decided to think about Voldemort, because there is nothing funny about him.
The اگلے دن I told the joke to all my friends. They think I'm mad now.
Everyone strives to be beautiful. But, honestly, what is beautiful? Beautiful used to be someone who was loving, who was caring and had a beautiful heart. Someone who told the truth but never hurt others. Someone who never got caught up in gossip یا drama. Someone who, no matter what was happening in their life, was always there for someone else who had it worse. Now, beauty has big boobs, is stick-thin and wears 5 lbs. of make up. Now, beautiful is someone who has name-brand clothes, the best phone and tons of friends. Beautiful is a 'perfect' body. Beautiful is photo-shopped long lashes and clear skin. Now, beauty doesn't matter what's on the inside. I wish we could all go back to when beautiful was our moms sitting on the سوفی, لٹانا with us in pajamas, no make up, when we were five. I miss those days. This is a sick, messed up world. And I can't stand it.
Bottled up inside
Are the words I never said‚
The feelings that I hide‚
The lines آپ never read.
آپ can see it in my eyes‚
Read it on my face:
Trapped inside are lies
Of the past I can't replace.
With memories that linger-
Won't seem to go away.
Why can't I be happier?
Today's a brand-new day.
Yesterdays are over‚
Even though the hurting's not.
Nothing lasts forever‚
I must cherish what I've got.
Don't take my love for granted‚
For soon it will be gone-
All آپ ever wanted
Of the love آپ thought you'd won.
The hurt I'm feeling now
Won't disappear overnight‚
But someway‚ somehow‚
Everything will turn out all right‚
No مزید wishing for the past.
It wasn't meant to be.
It didn't seem to last‚
So I have to set him free.
This is not mine‚ it was written سے طرف کی Melissa Collette
Are the words I never said‚
The feelings that I hide‚
The lines آپ never read.
آپ can see it in my eyes‚
Read it on my face:
Trapped inside are lies
Of the past I can't replace.
With memories that linger-
Won't seem to go away.
Why can't I be happier?
Today's a brand-new day.
Yesterdays are over‚
Even though the hurting's not.
Nothing lasts forever‚
I must cherish what I've got.
Don't take my love for granted‚
For soon it will be gone-
All آپ ever wanted
Of the love آپ thought you'd won.
The hurt I'm feeling now
Won't disappear overnight‚
But someway‚ somehow‚
Everything will turn out all right‚
No مزید wishing for the past.
It wasn't meant to be.
It didn't seem to last‚
So I have to set him free.
This is not mine‚ it was written سے طرف کی Melissa Collette