strum to your mood, & i'll paint to your tune.
i dont like writing in here....it makes me feel bad- or like a waste.
*sigh* i actually could break away, but im used to ppl reading all that is of my pointless thought- that i'd practically be asking people to read something personal...it's a lonely thing to grow into.
&-idk- the chances of me quitting are zilch-to-kafka.
i hate people who say kafka-esque & have no idea what it means.
he's so unappreciated.
as all artists. oh, by the way- thats not a cry for attention, it's just that artists do actually get shat on in society. danke.
anyways, i saw hide & seek. predictable, but worth the ending.
i want love in the afternoon, i want love in the afternoon.
[ba-dada-BUM-bum] [ba-dada-BUM-bum]
lol, i could be happier than i am now. i could slice a few more out of my life- but, as time would pass, their absence would dwell more heavy in my mind. & i'd come back to them. so i'll just skip it all.
i also wish i could play the ol' guit-box. would be good for draining out the sorrows.
but i'll stick to my pens & paints. i make my own music, you see?
so allow me to sing.
-Fin.-
*sigh* i actually could break away, but im used to ppl reading all that is of my pointless thought- that i'd practically be asking people to read something personal...it's a lonely thing to grow into.
&-idk- the chances of me quitting are zilch-to-kafka.
i hate people who say kafka-esque & have no idea what it means.
he's so unappreciated.
as all artists. oh, by the way- thats not a cry for attention, it's just that artists do actually get shat on in society. danke.
anyways, i saw hide & seek. predictable, but worth the ending.
i want love in the afternoon, i want love in the afternoon.
[ba-dada-BUM-bum] [ba-dada-BUM-bum]
lol, i could be happier than i am now. i could slice a few more out of my life- but, as time would pass, their absence would dwell more heavy in my mind. & i'd come back to them. so i'll just skip it all.
i also wish i could play the ol' guit-box. would be good for draining out the sorrows.
but i'll stick to my pens & paints. i make my own music, you see?
so allow me to sing.
-Fin.-