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It is all that goes left unsaid, upon which tragedies are built.
i realized i havent updated in a while. Im still in second semester summer school, and dont really like it, though i do my best to have fun, like deliberately missing the ball or throwing a basketball into a large group of people.
I still cant get over this incredibly beautiful girl who was in my Algebra 2 class that i never talked to, thats whats up with the quote up top. Im writing a piano piece inspired by her, its a sad piece full of longing, its in the key of C# minor
I've virtually cut all ties with all friends i had, i dont hang out with anyone anymore, i mostly stay home and live in my music, or read books, i dont think ill really be missed though, People got along fine im sure before they knew me, they'll get along fine without me
Lately i've been very lost, i have no direction, and most of the things i desire will never come to be, oh well, the cold bitterness of reality is this:
Sometimes we dont become the men we imagine ourselves to be.
God, i wish i would of said something to that girl . . .
i realized i havent updated in a while. Im still in second semester summer school, and dont really like it, though i do my best to have fun, like deliberately missing the ball or throwing a basketball into a large group of people.
I still cant get over this incredibly beautiful girl who was in my Algebra 2 class that i never talked to, thats whats up with the quote up top. Im writing a piano piece inspired by her, its a sad piece full of longing, its in the key of C# minor
I've virtually cut all ties with all friends i had, i dont hang out with anyone anymore, i mostly stay home and live in my music, or read books, i dont think ill really be missed though, People got along fine im sure before they knew me, they'll get along fine without me
Lately i've been very lost, i have no direction, and most of the things i desire will never come to be, oh well, the cold bitterness of reality is this:
Sometimes we dont become the men we imagine ourselves to be.
God, i wish i would of said something to that girl . . .