*bragga-muffin turned-into-nobody's-raggamuffin girl*

okay, so i didn't know that my mom was that proud of me. hey, i wasn't born a brat nor a "stage-mother's-baby-girl", either. i just didn't know how proud she could be. she like, literally bragged about her second eldest, broken-hearted, simple-minded, hypermnesiac daughter. my achievements. my skills. my abilities. how i had her hand caught in the space gear's front door. *chuckles* it's just amazing how moms can do that; and i knew that i was just average. damn, i can say with my "getting-well-soon" abilities, i am extraordinary. but as for now, let's just say that i'm superwoman-with-kryptonite-in-her-face weak, as of today's nikki forecast. heehee, that's so raven--uhh, weird, i mean.ü

remember the song about the raggamuffin girl? nothing, i just literally remembered the song. dammit, i just dunno how things like these could ever be fixed. i miss, i yearn, i still love. it just hurts that nobody does ever understand the true meaning of really being there. gosh, i mean, how is that possible? pointing out that you just can't hang around but literally be there... this pain, this so-called agony... *sigh* darn it. just being there isn't enuf. *sob*

he just can't get it, does he?
i miss.
~*princessa