When they call for me I'll be sittin at my desk with a gun in my hand wearin a bullet proof vest...
I just confused the hell out of my brother by rambling on about a pink dress I borrowed from him.
Smores are good. Oh man... life is weird. Time is going by so fast. The cool air before Halloween was just right for a hoodie and a cuddle and friends to have no point in life but to laugh... November brought upon confusion and another change in my life, but I still had something to be thankful for on Thanksgiving. December lacked snow, and Christmas had never been so much like an ordinary day before in my 16 years of it. January, the new year! Made no resolutions, hence I didn't break any. But I started a new school, and realized what my life was going to be like from then-on. And here is Febuary, filled with excitement, worries, and doctor's appointments. March will come, and my future will have one more detail to fill it. And as the months will pass, and as the time will keep going, people will die, people will be born, school will end eventually, and each day will open another passage in our existence.
And sometimes I hate it, and wish I could hover above the world and spit on everything in creation. And other days I want to be a part of this mayhem. A day is a day... and they will all end for us, but keep going in existence.
*sigh*
Smores are good. Oh man... life is weird. Time is going by so fast. The cool air before Halloween was just right for a hoodie and a cuddle and friends to have no point in life but to laugh... November brought upon confusion and another change in my life, but I still had something to be thankful for on Thanksgiving. December lacked snow, and Christmas had never been so much like an ordinary day before in my 16 years of it. January, the new year! Made no resolutions, hence I didn't break any. But I started a new school, and realized what my life was going to be like from then-on. And here is Febuary, filled with excitement, worries, and doctor's appointments. March will come, and my future will have one more detail to fill it. And as the months will pass, and as the time will keep going, people will die, people will be born, school will end eventually, and each day will open another passage in our existence.
And sometimes I hate it, and wish I could hover above the world and spit on everything in creation. And other days I want to be a part of this mayhem. A day is a day... and they will all end for us, but keep going in existence.
*sigh*