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Seems like people are still using their journals for writing in, not just letting the online-readers know they think they're better than them. Now 506 entries in less than two years, baby girl we know where you stand no matter how many lame attempts you make to step back and step off and step up in the world, away from your computer and your basement.
So much has changed, the kids on my friends list have all left the city, and all I've got is a beat up car that squeaks and eats gas if you so much as think about it.
And a date to begin the fourth year of the "best years of my life" -You know I only hear tha tin movies- and the rest of my time is empty.
It's startling when you've got honestly, one close friend that you see, because I can't write music kids, I can't play guitar, I'm no specialist.
This summer deserves a new journal. I mean, I deserve a new journal after this summer.
Taylor, you've got a promise to keep, and I've got miles before I sleep, and Billy Bragg for you now that I think of it.
Kat, I'm at 2120 n. 61st Street, 98103
Zac, I don't know. We'll talk.
Helen, darling baby girl, god I'm going to miss you and a sunny latte. Until next summer!
FOUR! Boy, you and me, don't break my heart, don't you go on and break my heart, you hear?
I don't know who else is on my list. I'll find a new journal probably and let you know about it.
So much has changed, the kids on my friends list have all left the city, and all I've got is a beat up car that squeaks and eats gas if you so much as think about it.
And a date to begin the fourth year of the "best years of my life" -You know I only hear tha tin movies- and the rest of my time is empty.
It's startling when you've got honestly, one close friend that you see, because I can't write music kids, I can't play guitar, I'm no specialist.
This summer deserves a new journal. I mean, I deserve a new journal after this summer.
Taylor, you've got a promise to keep, and I've got miles before I sleep, and Billy Bragg for you now that I think of it.
Kat, I'm at 2120 n. 61st Street, 98103
Zac, I don't know. We'll talk.
Helen, darling baby girl, god I'm going to miss you and a sunny latte. Until next summer!
FOUR! Boy, you and me, don't break my heart, don't you go on and break my heart, you hear?
I don't know who else is on my list. I'll find a new journal probably and let you know about it.