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LALALALA
why am i not working on the yearbook, moron!
It's My Brother's Birthday
I Love Him with ALL my heart!
I officially ended it with jay,
i am forming a new club , it will be called
CGACB
Cute Girls Against Creepy Boys
it can be a support group and a place to talk about funny experiences
HEHEHE!
Moving on, hockey is not my favorite sport to watch - NO sport is my favorite sport to watch (maybe Football) I just realized I missed that question.
I miss Brad - he was fun (so shoot me)
I HATE SCHOOL SO MUCH!!!!!!
IS IT POSSIBLE TO HATE SOMETHING THIS MUCH
I will always love boys, but not the creepy ones!
You know what's funny though I'd hate work too, if not for the people.
Yet, these are trifling comments, and I love my friends and life
so, I leave you with some beautiful words from Bright Eyes
there's depth in simplicity my friends
From A Balance Beam
So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam.
A gymnasium of eyes were all holding on to me. I lifted one foot to cross the other
and I felt myself slipping. It was a small mistake. Sometimes that is all it takes.
Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the timing is right. When the planets will align.
There will be no planets to align. Just the carcass of the sun
and those little painted marbles spinning endless through an endless black sky.
(and so it never started and it will never stop just like I am and you are)
Still, I was as helpless as a chess piece
when I was lifted up by someone's hand and delivered from the corner my enemies had got me in.
But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell that is myself.
So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key as it turns in the lock
and the guard will say to me, "Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for this day
and finally you are free! You are free! You are free."
Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode. Because a day is gonna come,
don't know when but it will come and then we will finally know the way out of here.
And I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked.
And I'll climb out that tree all wet with sap to avoid the hungry beasts below.
I'll cut out my love's tongue and sing of a graveyard gray and a garden green
and then we won't have to worry no more. No we won't ever worry again about
how this song or story ends about how this song and story will end.
why am i not working on the yearbook, moron!
It's My Brother's Birthday
I Love Him with ALL my heart!
I officially ended it with jay,
i am forming a new club , it will be called
CGACB
Cute Girls Against Creepy Boys
it can be a support group and a place to talk about funny experiences
HEHEHE!
Moving on, hockey is not my favorite sport to watch - NO sport is my favorite sport to watch (maybe Football) I just realized I missed that question.
I miss Brad - he was fun (so shoot me)
I HATE SCHOOL SO MUCH!!!!!!
IS IT POSSIBLE TO HATE SOMETHING THIS MUCH
I will always love boys, but not the creepy ones!
You know what's funny though I'd hate work too, if not for the people.
Yet, these are trifling comments, and I love my friends and life
so, I leave you with some beautiful words from Bright Eyes
there's depth in simplicity my friends
From A Balance Beam
So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam.
A gymnasium of eyes were all holding on to me. I lifted one foot to cross the other
and I felt myself slipping. It was a small mistake. Sometimes that is all it takes.
Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the timing is right. When the planets will align.
There will be no planets to align. Just the carcass of the sun
and those little painted marbles spinning endless through an endless black sky.
(and so it never started and it will never stop just like I am and you are)
Still, I was as helpless as a chess piece
when I was lifted up by someone's hand and delivered from the corner my enemies had got me in.
But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell that is myself.
So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key as it turns in the lock
and the guard will say to me, "Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for this day
and finally you are free! You are free! You are free."
Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode. Because a day is gonna come,
don't know when but it will come and then we will finally know the way out of here.
And I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked.
And I'll climb out that tree all wet with sap to avoid the hungry beasts below.
I'll cut out my love's tongue and sing of a graveyard gray and a garden green
and then we won't have to worry no more. No we won't ever worry again about
how this song or story ends about how this song and story will end.