your secrets are safe with me.

This is a badly constructed poem but its dedicated to a dear friend of mine.

we grow in age all the time, it's undeniable
But growth. of what kind?

for some of us, we grow
in wisdom, in strength.
the rest--left behind-- wonder what went wrong
not with them,no
you are mistaken
but the dear ones who grow.

for us who know
it is not what went wrong
but what went right.

and those poor blind souls,
you cannot blame
for what they cannot see.

its funny when you tell yourself that you won't let some things affect you, but when you say things like that it obviously bothers you right?

something like that is happening to me and gahhhhh how irritating that is. especially when you're in the middle of an exam and suddenly it just comes to you and attacks on your concentration.
and i got so freaking frustrated ( and with the imbalancing of the bloody cashflow) that i almost wanted to stop doing the whole bloody paper ( with like erm... 35 marks worth of questions left)

it's just eating me up and screwing with my brain. i really don't need such crap right now thank you very much. especially coming from you ( and i bet you don't even know it.)

I THINK
funny how this phrase sounds different to different people with different schools of thought.

mathematicians view it as a hint of uncertainty, like 'i THINK the answer is...'
lawyers view it as a phrase of conviction in misrepresentations ' i think this is blah.'
or
is it just a phrase to allow one to have the allowance to think of a better excuse? ' I THINK... i have something on'

hmmm.
i think..