I know there's something in the wake of your smile. I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea. You've built a love but that love falls apart. Your little piece of heaven turns to dark. Listen to your heart when he's calling for you. Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do. I don't know where you're going and I don't know why, but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye. Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile. The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea. They're swept away and nothing is what is seems, the feeling of belonging to your dreams. Listen to your heart when he's calling for you. Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do. I don't know where you're going and I don't know why, but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye. And there are voices that need to be heard. So much to mention but you can't find the words. The scent of magic, the beauty that's been when love was wilder than the wind. Listen to your heart when he's calling for you. Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do. I don't know where you're going and I don't know why, but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye. Listen to your heart, mm-mmmmmm I don't know where you're going and I don't know why, but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye. I found the piano music to this. One thing about me, is the way i relieve stress is i practice piano. You can tell how stressed i actually am simply by how long i practice. Today sucked royal monkey ass. So therefore i played. The same song. With pedal. Non stop. For three hours. As you can see i was uber stressed. And mad. And Angry. Therefore i played LOUDLY for three hours. I found the music, and learned the song in three hours. I started at five thirty, and didn't stop once until eight thirty. My back and legs kinda hurt. You can also tell whats bothering me by what i play, or how i play what i'm playing. If i playing really softly and smoothly, somthing involving relationships (with boys, obviously) is on my mind. If i play really loud, I'm pissed off. If i play obsessivly on one song, that means that i failed at something during the day.Thats just me having to get that song perfect, so i don't fail again. I can't stand not being able to do something. Today it was volleyball. Normally i am just fine, today however, sucked. I hit every ball in the wrong direction, and the team i was on sure did not let me forget it. Mainly pat and katie. Je detest them. those asses. They would whisper loudly to eachother about how much i sucked and just hit the ball for once and how embarrassed they were of me. And if they threw the ball at me to catch and i didn't catch it or just let it roll because i knew i wouldn't catch it, they said, JUST CATCH THE EFFING BALL.UGHHHH I was on the verge of tears. Especially because i knew i deserved it, because i did suck. And because pat was just being evil. He would look me square in the eye every time he said something like that. I don't think i smiled once the whole time. And katie had done something that made me mad earlier in the day. Stupid uber gorgeous uber skinny uber perfect barbie-like blonde girls. Seriously Man. I had a hairband on so i snapped that LIGHTLY, and if i didn't, i swear i would have busted out in tears. I can't handle stuff like that. I was plotting to tell mrs mottinger that i felt sick so that i could go to the nurse, just to get away from it but i knew that they would just talk about me even more then. And they would know why i left too. I always try to avoid things that i don't want to deal with. I just couldn't stand it. And, knowing me, to handle it, i just blocked everything out. As soon as i got back to the locker room i changed and put on my headphones and listened to music. I didn't say a word to anyone. I didn't eat lunch because i felt so sick mentally that i just wouldn't be able to handle seeing anyone. But luckilly mel came and sat with me. Idk if it was so luckilly though, since i was on the verge of tears and everything, i didn't want her to worry. I am so weird when it comes to that. Like when i cry i want people to care, but at the same time i don't want them to become worried about me. UGH. I just sat for all of lunch with my head on my knees, trying to keep my eyes dry. But i figured i had bible study where i could go and vent and everything. Nope. I get a note during fouth block that says there is no bible study. I had to ride the bus home. Its quite dangerous for me to have that long to think on a day like today. UGH i was fine in fourth block because laura got me laughing. Then i had to go on the effing bus. Grant was being stupid (srry if you read that grant) so that just added to it. Seriously i was so close to just breaking down right then and there. So add that to my other issues and this effing research paper that i have to do, then fiding out that there is only 17 days left which means that i have to read my book for comm and write a paper on it.... and the list goes on...and on..and on. And it all adds up to me = one UBER UBER stressed girl. I had some green tea while soaking in a warm bubble bath after making cake though, so that helped just a little. Especially with my sore back and legs (due to the thre hours of playing piano) I GIVE UP But miss sixteen year old JessKa passed her drivers test!!!!!! W00T! Double W00T!She is totally gunna drive me and Jess T places in her stang. GOOD JOB JESSKA! That's Me..deal. -Joanna