it`s not goodbye

it`s not goodbye

Now what if I never kiss your lips again

Or feel the touch of your sweet embrace

How would I ever go on?

Without you there's no place to belong

Well someday love is going to lead you back to me

But till it does I'll have an empty heart

So I'll just have to believe

Some where out there you're thinkin' of me

Till the day I let you go

Until we say our next hello its not goodbye

Till I see you again

I'll be right here remembering when

And if time is on our side

There will be no tears to cry on down the road

There is one thing I can't deny its not goodbye

You think I'd be strong enough to make it through

And rise above when the rain falls down

But its so hard to be strong

When you've been missing somebody so long

Its just a matter of time I'm sure

Well time takes time and I can't hold on

So won't you try as hard as you can

Put my broken heart together again?

Till the day I let you go

Until we say our next hello its not goodbye

Till I see you again

I'll be right here remembering when

And if time is on our side

There will be no tears to cry on down the road

There is one thing I can't deny its not goodbye

Hey, yeah its not goodbye, ooh

Till the day I'll let you go

Until we say our next hello its not goodbye

Till I see you again

I'll be right here remembering when

And if time is on our side

There will be no tears to cry on down the road

And I can't deny it's, not goodbye

Till the day I'll let you go

Until we say our next hello its not goodbye

Till I see you

I'll be right here remembering when

And if time is on our side

There will be no tears to cry on down the road

And I can't deny it's, not goodbye

It's, not goodbye

Goodbye

No more tears to cry

Its not goodbye

The Fall of the House of Usher

Brander Matthews (1852–1929).  The Short-Story.  1907.

X.  The Fall of the House of Usher

By Edgar Allan Poe

        Son cœur est un luth suspendu;

Sitôt qu’on le touche il résonne.

—DE BÉRANGER.

DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was; but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me—upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain—upon the bleak walls—upon the vacant eye-like windows—upon a few rank sedges—and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees—with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveler upon opium—the bitter lapse into every-day life—the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled luster by the dwelling, and gazed down—but with a shudder even more thrilling than before—upon the remodeled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows.

ما عاد اذكر سبب زعلنا .. 

كنا .. كلمة م ترجع الماضي و لا تواسي 

ايه بعاد , لكن صديقات ؟ 

م ادري .. 

خوفي عليك م ادري وش اوصفه , ماني معك و لا برجع مثل ما كنت و لا انتِ راجعه لي ابد !! 

اعرفنا .. كبريائنا يقتل .. و كثير نتشابه .. 

كلنا نبي نبدأ بس كلنا نبي الثاني يبدأ عشان نرجع , 

السؤال : انتي تشبهيني بخوفي عليك و اشتياقي ؟ 

و الا العذاب مقتصر علي لحالي .. 

م احبك و الله و لا اكرهك .. 

اكن لك مشاعر اخت زعلت و رفضت ترجع 

م ازعل لزعلك مو كره .. لكن ادري كاخت بنرجع ! 

م نتفارق لو احنا متفارقين ! 

و لا نكره بعضنا لو بيننا حريق ! 

اخوات لكن بوسط خلاف 

* عسى من صابنا بعين تسود دنياهه بعينه و يلقى بآاخرته عذاب .. 

 .. so yeah

 it hurts .. when you fall in love with some handsome beautiful man but you cant tell

why ? 

because you know that you`re ugly enough to be rejected !! 

and you all ready had the feeling that something like you should`nt fool in love ! 

its just .. weird 

Amazing scen of " detatchment "

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NjnVgTmFqk&feature=youtube_gdata_player

sometimes i feel like i have no one at all !

even my friend could be against me someday !

now .. i have no control on my parents at all !

i cant even choose them ! so when they say no for no reason
thats mean NO !!!
i cant change there mind !

but when my best friend thought that im the who dont want to be with her ...
here what called disaster !!!!

i have been trying to persuade theme for 2 weeks ! im even punished for bringing the subject every single day !!!

i have no more comment about this thing !!! :( 3/> 

الحمدلله .. :)

تعرفون الفترهه اللي يكون فيها كل شي مقفل بوجهكك  و تحاولين قد م تقدرين انك تحسنين وضعك بس سبحآن الله كل م حاولتي كل م جبتي العيد آكثر !! و تبطلين خخلاص و تتركين الوضع يمشي مثل م هو م عاد يفرق معك يصير اللي يصير ..

انا عديت بهالفترهه .. بس فجأه طلعت منها !! و كل اللي كنت احاول فيه آخيرآ جاب نتيجه .. فصآر بالنسبه لي كل الابواب اتفتحت !! الحمدلله .. بس الوضع تراكم !

يعني قبل متراكم علي كل شي يسد النفس !!
الحين متراكم علي كل شي زين !!

م في حل وسط < :) >


الحمدلله على كل حال و الحمدلله ان الابواب انفتحت و الامور تسهلت .. :)
و الحمدلله ان صبري على ايامي السوده جاب نتيجه :D

when i heard that im invited to some party wedding for someone that i dont knew i was like him ^

its my only chance to get crazy , i may never get out of home after this party as punishment =D

i hate them

sometimes my parents make me realllllllllllllly want to

they fight by hands today in front of everyone T_T

i want to disappear

Here’s the thing, sometimes I just want 

to disappear. I’m not saying I want to 

die. 

I just wish I could go away. For a long, 

long time. And come back when things 

get better.