we'll do it all, everything. On our own.

Between you and me, between kith and kin, we will get through it all if only we stand together. Though it is hard to love your enemies, it is true that if we are able to just get along, and take away all the bitchiness and the backstabbing, the spite-filled glares and the condescending looks, everything around us would be so much better.

We, don't need. Anything. Or anyone.

What regard would one give to the whims of the world if he were in the company of his loved ones and friends. Why care so much about your appearance to others and the impression they have of you if they're not going to be closely associated with you in the first place. Life has its cliques and its gangs and its little intricacies and we're inevitably torn between a myriad of such groups to belong. But it is the choices that we make that matter and not our obligations or our responsibilities. In the end, our choices reflect truly on what matters most to us, regardless of whether we're supposed to be somewhere else doing something else.

If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world.

And sometimes everyone would like to just leave it all behind and take a breather in the soft wispy grass, to throw away all the work and the nitty-gritties and everything that is expected of us. but would we have the company that we desire when we do so? life can be such a strange thing, people of the same age and level experiencing such vastly different lives, such a variety of situations, that sometimes we don't even seem our age at all. Being forced to grow up faster, staying in one's little comfort zone and not maturing, such things do happen and all they do is just widen the gap between each of us as students and teenagers.

I don't quite know, how to say. How I feel.

And its really hard to put all the screaming raging the crashing torrents of what we want to express from our hearts into words, and sometimes we just wish everyone could communicate telepathically, how much easier would it be to relay your innermost feelings rather than struggle through a bunch of inaccurate and irrelevant words?

Those 3 words, are said too much, they're not enough.

Why does the world make it so hard, why do the people around find it such a novelty to pry and to peek and to pester, why does it seem as if our words carry much less weight and importance now, and we never know when the time is right and the fortunes are telling us to say iloveyou.