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School is boring and I am so looking forward to this weekend. Weekend of relaxation. Yessss...
Golf has been going great, I actually really like it, which I thought I wouldn't do good but I am doing my best.
I have been in this weird mood latley where I can't explain it, but yet want to just be happy, because I know I'm not. Sometimes things ( bad things) can add up and then just explode in your face. I hate when that happens. It's that feeling when you want to jump into a perfect painted picture and lay there. No worries, No work, No disturbances. Gosh that would be nice. But I know that's never going to happen. I just <3 my imagination.
I hate how I care so much, and that person doesn't even know how much, they just think I care a little. This kind of stuff bugs me. I want to be the one who has no problems and helps people have no problems either. But I along with everyone else has problems, which I wish I didn't.
UHHHHHH
It's such a hectic ( sp) week.
I need to just die for a weekend and come back refreshed with no memories of be ever being blah. And everytime I became blah. I could just die again and come back alacrity- Ha. AP english word.
Okay I am done. Complaining.