I'm falling hard
DUDE. People haven't written in so long my entire friends page is freaking empty. goodness folks.
School is going well...I've gotten used to the music school trying to slam you down every chance they get. They can just kiss my ass. :) Yet...I love the music school.
I was practicing for my jury the other day and it's absolutely amazing to play with a piano accompaniest. Nothing better.
Tomorrow is halloween, and we've been encouraged to dress up. I can't wait. Chelsea's really gotten into the mood of halloween since she just scared the SHIT OUT OF ME by placing a fake spider in my bag. I screamed so fucking loud...I hate spiders. *shudder* She also put a fake tongue on my laptop...stupid whore. hahaha
Of course with college comes the social disorder, and I'm waiting for a crash. I've never fallen this hard before, and it scares me. I don't know what to do, and anyone I talk to doesn't know either. My hearts being messed with and I take most of the blame for letting it be. I wish I could be more open about things.
On the bright side of things, I absolutely love college. It's weird how fast Morgantown can become your home.
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
and though you're singing, god believe me
Your memory will carry on
You'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The end of world is waiting
Your romances you reel in from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all!
So paint it black and take it back
And let's shout aloud at prayer!
Defy unto the end we hear the call!
So carry on
We'll carry on
and though your singing, god believe me
Your memory will carry on
And carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears
Disappointed faces of your peers
Take a look at me
Cause I could not care at all
Do or die
You'll never make me
Because I won't
You'll never take my heart
And though they try
They'll never break me
They want it all
They wanna break this heart
I won't explain
Or say I'm sorry
I'm not ashamed
I'm gonna show my scar
Give the chair
Now while I'm broken
Listen here!
And listen to me!
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're singing, god believe me
Your memory will carry on
You'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on!