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[deep_thinker_09]

My parents took away my guitar again for not getting up quickly enough to walk the dog. It's a weekend, and in my house, a crime for sleeping in. I realize it's because he's sick, so I don't argue... Interesting how quickly life turns back to normal. The daily constraints are pulling me in contrary directions. I am still grounded so I can't get away. I have more than enough work to spend all day on, so I will catch up from wasting Friday worrying. Time goes so slowly and still there is never enough of it.

"I guess I'd like to be alone
nothing broken, nothing thrown
just don't ask me how I am
just don't ask me how I am
just don't ask me how I am

They only hit until you cry
after that you don't ask why
you just don't argue anymore
you just don't argue anymore
you just don't argue anymore"