Lead us not...unto temptation?
What if the language we spoke was not our own?
What if the ground beneath our feet opened so a thousand tomorrows could fly on borrowed wings?
What if the language we spoke was not our own, and you could bless me from tongue to bone?
What if love was but a breath while falling down?
Well I may think in lesser shades while trailing you.
Wow.
I haven't updated this thing in fucking ages.
But perhaps there has been a reason to the lack of rhyme or reason in my updating pattern. mainly because of the fact that I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO SAY... and apparent;y I like to hit caps lock and I'm too lazy to change it, because that sentence really did not need that emphasis. But I never do know what to say, something that people would desire to read, at least. But I am really bored, so i decided I would update this muvafuka on case some random person was actually interested, but I don't think anyone really reads this ol' thing any more.
I've been in Chicago since last wednesday, and I've been enjoying myself. I've been pretty bored at times, but at least it's boredom far away from where I live. I haven't been doing much exciting really, except for the weekend. Cara's mom invited me to go up to Wisconsin with them, which I gladly accepted. God it's been forever since I've seen that girl. I missed the fuck out of her, and seeing her makes everything alright. It's like I had just seen her. I forget about missing her when I'm with her...I kinda forget about everything...it's so weird, yet so very comforting.
Well I'll be damned if I'm going to make your mind up for you, reader. It is what it is.
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The more I think about all of this, the more I'm going back home, which I dread so much.
Not so much because of any one person or event, but rather, the culmination of all of it. People there are dicks, the ideas of "fun" are terrible, and quite frankly, shitty. I don't know how long I can take it.
I sure bitch a lot in this thing, huh?
But, if I cared, I would do something about it....but I don't.
With any luck I'll see Cara tomorrow or so, have some fun maybe go see a movie or something.
Or maybe we'll do nothing, I could really care less.
Anybody wanna buy me a house in Chicago? I swear I'll pay you back somehow...
Family Values=Dir en grey and Deadsy=11 days from now, which means 17 days from now I leave.
Yet I feel like I have so much to accomplish, so much i feel I must do!
Every day I die a little bit on the inside, whether I'll admit it or not.
What if the ground beneath our feet opened so a thousand tomorrows could fly on borrowed wings?
What if the language we spoke was not our own, and you could bless me from tongue to bone?
What if love was but a breath while falling down?
Well I may think in lesser shades while trailing you.
Wow.
I haven't updated this thing in fucking ages.
But perhaps there has been a reason to the lack of rhyme or reason in my updating pattern. mainly because of the fact that I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO SAY... and apparent;y I like to hit caps lock and I'm too lazy to change it, because that sentence really did not need that emphasis. But I never do know what to say, something that people would desire to read, at least. But I am really bored, so i decided I would update this muvafuka on case some random person was actually interested, but I don't think anyone really reads this ol' thing any more.
I've been in Chicago since last wednesday, and I've been enjoying myself. I've been pretty bored at times, but at least it's boredom far away from where I live. I haven't been doing much exciting really, except for the weekend. Cara's mom invited me to go up to Wisconsin with them, which I gladly accepted. God it's been forever since I've seen that girl. I missed the fuck out of her, and seeing her makes everything alright. It's like I had just seen her. I forget about missing her when I'm with her...I kinda forget about everything...it's so weird, yet so very comforting.
Well I'll be damned if I'm going to make your mind up for you, reader. It is what it is.
dojcoqwdjkwcjqejfcoerjk
The more I think about all of this, the more I'm going back home, which I dread so much.
Not so much because of any one person or event, but rather, the culmination of all of it. People there are dicks, the ideas of "fun" are terrible, and quite frankly, shitty. I don't know how long I can take it.
I sure bitch a lot in this thing, huh?
But, if I cared, I would do something about it....but I don't.
With any luck I'll see Cara tomorrow or so, have some fun maybe go see a movie or something.
Or maybe we'll do nothing, I could really care less.
Anybody wanna buy me a house in Chicago? I swear I'll pay you back somehow...
Family Values=Dir en grey and Deadsy=11 days from now, which means 17 days from now I leave.
Yet I feel like I have so much to accomplish, so much i feel I must do!
Every day I die a little bit on the inside, whether I'll admit it or not.