where any pre-conceived ideas were blown away...
"Bells, bells, bells-"
That poem is so depressing. I hate thinking about death. It's even worse discussing it in class. Yuck.
Brendan was so frustrating to talk to during last period. He got me all worked up over what is probably nothing. But it seemed to amuse him. And then Andrew got in on the fun. Boys are so annoying sometimes.
That poem is so depressing. I hate thinking about death. It's even worse discussing it in class. Yuck.
Brendan was so frustrating to talk to during last period. He got me all worked up over what is probably nothing. But it seemed to amuse him. And then Andrew got in on the fun. Boys are so annoying sometimes.