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I just went to pick-up my guitar from Brandie, and I had a smoke before I came back up to my room. No fun this Friday night for me, I have a paper to write. Anyway, I saw a plane up in the sky and found myself wishing I was on it. I don't know where it was going, and I don't care. I just want to get out of here.
I think I'm really beginning to hate it here.
Maybe Spring Break will make me feel a bit better.
Actually, the terrible thing is that I think I'd feel this way anywhere I spent to much time in.
Ugh ugh ugh.
I think I'm really beginning to hate it here.
Maybe Spring Break will make me feel a bit better.
Actually, the terrible thing is that I think I'd feel this way anywhere I spent to much time in.
Ugh ugh ugh.