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life so occupied by english papers...
i will write more...
ok i lied, i won't but one day you'll hear about it...
sunrises and sunsets and moonrises and moonsets on a scottish mountain or from a castle or my humble little room...
this place is pretty damn enchanting...
but it can get lonely getting lost all by yourself...
i've learned that you have to devoid of any dependency to truly have your own strength and to really stand on your own two feet... even if you have to crawl, it doesn't matter. you are still going somewhere.
oh, that wasn't really a metaphor for having direction in life, i was just too lazy to type that out.
my american sarcasm is takin a shot in the yarballs for the worst... brits are draining me of my american humor... turning into a pikey... and losin my southern accent... wantin fish and chips ya, and lager and cider mixed with blackcurrant to get proper loaded and fucked... avoidin them buses drivin on the wrong side of road, and them drunk blokes asking me if i want to shag the queen... this place is striaght twisted, innit?
latas!
fuckin kill me now. i don't wanna come back with an "accent"
i will write more...
ok i lied, i won't but one day you'll hear about it...
sunrises and sunsets and moonrises and moonsets on a scottish mountain or from a castle or my humble little room...
this place is pretty damn enchanting...
but it can get lonely getting lost all by yourself...
i've learned that you have to devoid of any dependency to truly have your own strength and to really stand on your own two feet... even if you have to crawl, it doesn't matter. you are still going somewhere.
oh, that wasn't really a metaphor for having direction in life, i was just too lazy to type that out.
my american sarcasm is takin a shot in the yarballs for the worst... brits are draining me of my american humor... turning into a pikey... and losin my southern accent... wantin fish and chips ya, and lager and cider mixed with blackcurrant to get proper loaded and fucked... avoidin them buses drivin on the wrong side of road, and them drunk blokes asking me if i want to shag the queen... this place is striaght twisted, innit?
latas!
fuckin kill me now. i don't wanna come back with an "accent"