My Second looklet design. Something that I would definitely wear for school! Very casual! :)
Grab anything from your closet when you're late for school.

" What happens when someone breaks your heart?
When someone breaks your heart, first you are shocked. Someone will say that you are heartbroken and you examine the words break and heart and heartbroken and you immediately decide that it's inaccurate. You feel pain in the region of your heart and you think it's your heart breaking, but one's heart doesn't really break, something else does - faith. You stop believing.
No, not in the big things which most of the time are irrelevant. You still believe in God or Buddha or some Supreme Being, you still believe that child prostitution is bad. You just stop believing on the small things that you do, the small things that give meaning to your daily life, and you begin to think that everything is pointless: Why get up? Why dress up? Why breathe in and out? What for? What for?
When someone breaks your heart (your faith), you stop believing and you switch off the lights inside your heart.Someone is home but that someone is lying in the dark, in the room farthest from the gate, and that someone can't hear anything. Friends, parents, they all call out to her from the gate ("Come out" which means "Move on") but they are unheard, unseen, unacknowledged.
When someone breaks your heart, you turn into a small ball of self-pity. You lie in bed, in a ball. You hug your knees, keeping them close to your chest, like a fetus. Freud said it's human instinct to go back to the womb where we can feel safe.
But that's what happens when someone breaks your heart --- they steal the very thing that makes you feel safe, whole, intact."


I just realized on how much I look up to Hayley Williams. I mean, come on, I'm probably one of those people who had hated her for a time because of the misery in Josh's face. I just realized on how strong she is. She was able to stand all of those rumors of being a cheater, being pregnant and all of the bad things that you could thing of. At this point, she is able to stand gloriously. She's touring half of the world for Pete's sake! Let's give her the credit that she's really talented. Her livejournal entries and her songs were the prime reasons I started writing my own song and writing sensibly about my emotions. I had a song journal because I was inspired by her. I want to learn how to sing and rock the microphone cause I saw how good it was to let the world know about you through a song.
And now that Paramore is coming to our country, probably arriving today, I can't help but regret that I wish I would have staked things for it. Screw school, screw my parents who think that putting earphones in your ears and blasting the iPod volume could send your grades to hell. I would've ran without direction! Just went with the beat. I wanted to live that way.
Argh. So what now? I've honestly got a lot of things inside this heart cause it has been a very surprising Monday and I don't want to talk about some of it-- yet. I just wanted to say on how I admire Hayley for being strong and for having the confidence to defend herself every once in a while. Her life seemed like a battle and I guess she is victorious.
Cause I'm feeling the same at the very moment. I feel like everything is against me and I hope I could find the courage to slap it to their faces on how pathetic they are.
Last night, I was crying over a spilled milk. Tears should not have fallen for some stupid thought in my had. I couldn't help it. I was just desperate to move on. I kept telling myself this last night, My head is already there but I just feel like something keeps me glued in that place.
Moments ago, I turned my head around as I meet his eyes. Along with the excitement in my eyes is a bump of realization in my head. It wasn't me he's looking at. I've said this before, I think I have a gift at seeing people. Who they really are and what they really meant. It's not perfect at times cause what I thought was the opposite.
I have this great feeling that this time I'm right. That gaze wasn't for me. It's someone from the same circle. And that's what hurts me.
Fine, it's okay not to like me as long as you don't like someone within my circle.
Because that will become the nth slap in the face.