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[porcelainlune]

when the routine bites hard
and ambitions are low
and the resentment rides high
but emotions wont grow
and were changing our ways,
taking different roads
then love, love will tear us apart again

thanks joy division.

oh my goodness, the sun is out!
can it be may already so i can quit being such a grumpy bum?
oh school, how you never fail to completely destroy me.
this is going to be the bestest summer ever, just because i said so and i deserve it.
oh, freedom....