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Finals start tomorrow. And I don't really mind. All I have tomorrow is French, and uh....Napoleon Dynamite (psychology.)
Hand-drawn pictures made out of crayons are just as valuble as a famous painting. Though, I may be the only one who things so.
I've realized that with every passing day,
I become less and less afraid that it won't work
out. Not that it decreases the sadness, but it
gives me a glimpse of hope. And that is worth
every single tear I'll cry in the next few weeks.
Parler-vous francais? Oui, et toi? Oui, Je parle francais. Bon, J'aime francais beaucoup.
J'adore tu, Ian.
Hand-drawn pictures made out of crayons are just as valuble as a famous painting. Though, I may be the only one who things so.
I've realized that with every passing day,
I become less and less afraid that it won't work
out. Not that it decreases the sadness, but it
gives me a glimpse of hope. And that is worth
every single tear I'll cry in the next few weeks.
Parler-vous francais? Oui, et toi? Oui, Je parle francais. Bon, J'aime francais beaucoup.
J'adore tu, Ian.