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SO today was a most rewarding experience. 9 1/2 hours of school. 8am-12pm 3pm-6pm 630pm-9pm. WEE. First day of math=52 problems worth of homework due wednesday...which prolly means about 100 due next monday since its my 8 week class. I am honestly freaking loving this. My family has no faith in me to pull this off. And I'm gonna shove it up a place theyll never find because damnit I can do this! 17 units and a job here I come! Anyways. Tonight I would like to share with you all a piece I wrote on how I was feeling at approximately 603-621pm tonight:
Everything has its price and today I think I overdrafted
I gave into failure and set myself up to never lose again
Loneliness is like charity; someone's only there to help a little
Until the money starts wearing thin and it starts right back up again
Kick me if I'm down because it's better down here, six feet under
Bury me alive to the point where [everything is beyond my reach]
I want to feel like I'll never breathe again
So make sure this time to tie my hands
You'll be the first one I'll [come after]
I can only assume what things are like for you
Throwing everything that seems good aside
I don't think I'll understand the innerworkings of the simplest creation
Because simple is only existant in dreams of those in fairytales
Bring me back down if I get too high because it's so much better down here
In solid ground's reality instead of living life afloat a shapeless cloud
Apparently believing in you was too much to ask
So what do you know, Karma comes back
Sometimes it's in the blade of your words, or the one in my hand
But today it seems, both possibilities shine crystal clear
And I just hope the sun doesn't get in my eyes this time.
((Neither a song nor a poem. So don't get an idea about it. And don't go searching for its meaning because it has nothing to do with what you'll question it is.))
And now I bring to you some Cursive:
Please hang my raincoat
I guess that I'll stay a while
While I wait on the return
It seems the distance you've made
Has since lost its meaning
Meanwhile, I've meant to ration my thoughts
To help quicken this sloth driven day
As I wait, my joints slowly stiffen
They're warning me that something is nearing
Disaster...
Disaster...
Hailstorm...
Memories like fireflies
A green hue of imagery
But much too random to see clearly
And I don't recall much between you and me
Grey and cloudy
This tragedy plays itself over again in my mind
What's my line
Where are the cue cards
Memorize my actions, my discourse
Like a discontented fool...
This just won't do
It's no use
These crushing days
Absence made your heart bruise
You're all bruise
You're all bruise
Everything has its price and today I think I overdrafted
I gave into failure and set myself up to never lose again
Loneliness is like charity; someone's only there to help a little
Until the money starts wearing thin and it starts right back up again
Kick me if I'm down because it's better down here, six feet under
Bury me alive to the point where [everything is beyond my reach]
I want to feel like I'll never breathe again
So make sure this time to tie my hands
You'll be the first one I'll [come after]
I can only assume what things are like for you
Throwing everything that seems good aside
I don't think I'll understand the innerworkings of the simplest creation
Because simple is only existant in dreams of those in fairytales
Bring me back down if I get too high because it's so much better down here
In solid ground's reality instead of living life afloat a shapeless cloud
Apparently believing in you was too much to ask
So what do you know, Karma comes back
Sometimes it's in the blade of your words, or the one in my hand
But today it seems, both possibilities shine crystal clear
And I just hope the sun doesn't get in my eyes this time.
((Neither a song nor a poem. So don't get an idea about it. And don't go searching for its meaning because it has nothing to do with what you'll question it is.))
And now I bring to you some Cursive:
Please hang my raincoat
I guess that I'll stay a while
While I wait on the return
It seems the distance you've made
Has since lost its meaning
Meanwhile, I've meant to ration my thoughts
To help quicken this sloth driven day
As I wait, my joints slowly stiffen
They're warning me that something is nearing
Disaster...
Disaster...
Hailstorm...
Memories like fireflies
A green hue of imagery
But much too random to see clearly
And I don't recall much between you and me
Grey and cloudy
This tragedy plays itself over again in my mind
What's my line
Where are the cue cards
Memorize my actions, my discourse
Like a discontented fool...
This just won't do
It's no use
These crushing days
Absence made your heart bruise
You're all bruise
You're all bruise