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And there’s so sense in trying
I know cuz I’ve been
Trying all the time to find something that would make you mine
But all I ever find my love
Are clichés that don’t rhyme
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why do cupids and angels
continually haunt her dreams like memories
of another life
is painted on her shirt in capitals
out on the free free way
there's only she and the they represented by the lights
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Welcome to the story of my LIFE. Hormones are running rampid.
The only thing to cure this mishap is a YYY dance fest and girl scout cookies. chocolate...girl scout cookies. tagalongs. only.
no emo music allowed, that shit is for suckahs with moods that are easily influenced. that shit is garunteed to make you sterile. bitches.
my perspective drawing from last year sucks...the more i look at it, the more disgusted i get. either i have 0 talent or my teacher was terrible. odds are, both. this means my chances of getting into design school aren't good either. fuck.
does anyone else plan ahead too far? when this happens, you tend to miss the most important stuff NOW. i need to stop living in the future...that makes no sense. but all i do is focus on what is GOING to happen and what i am GOING to do and i get all caught up in plans for after high school, but what i guess i'm not realizing is that those plans get fucked unless i get my shit together now! and i'm a freshman for God's sake. i should be doing all this other stuff but i don't WANT to. i don't want to party. i don't want to drink. i don't want to skip class. i don't want to get caught up in petty fights.
i want to work. i want to learn. i want to have normal relationships, without the drama. i want to be successful. i want and i want and i want but the things i'm doing now don't reflect well upon me.
interms come home saturday. if i get crappy, there is no way i'm going to see matty at his coffee house gig. this means i'll again be home on a saturday night...
THERE I GO AGAIN. future, future. now. now...it's 4:30. i have to study for a spanish test. i SHOULD do my math homework...i will. i will. i need to practice guitar, even though brian doesn't get back until...ugh, whenever.
and i'd rather die than hear goodbye and watch you go...
I know cuz I’ve been
Trying all the time to find something that would make you mine
But all I ever find my love
Are clichés that don’t rhyme
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why do cupids and angels
continually haunt her dreams like memories
of another life
is painted on her shirt in capitals
out on the free free way
there's only she and the they represented by the lights
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Welcome to the story of my LIFE. Hormones are running rampid.
The only thing to cure this mishap is a YYY dance fest and girl scout cookies. chocolate...girl scout cookies. tagalongs. only.
no emo music allowed, that shit is for suckahs with moods that are easily influenced. that shit is garunteed to make you sterile. bitches.
my perspective drawing from last year sucks...the more i look at it, the more disgusted i get. either i have 0 talent or my teacher was terrible. odds are, both. this means my chances of getting into design school aren't good either. fuck.
does anyone else plan ahead too far? when this happens, you tend to miss the most important stuff NOW. i need to stop living in the future...that makes no sense. but all i do is focus on what is GOING to happen and what i am GOING to do and i get all caught up in plans for after high school, but what i guess i'm not realizing is that those plans get fucked unless i get my shit together now! and i'm a freshman for God's sake. i should be doing all this other stuff but i don't WANT to. i don't want to party. i don't want to drink. i don't want to skip class. i don't want to get caught up in petty fights.
i want to work. i want to learn. i want to have normal relationships, without the drama. i want to be successful. i want and i want and i want but the things i'm doing now don't reflect well upon me.
interms come home saturday. if i get crappy, there is no way i'm going to see matty at his coffee house gig. this means i'll again be home on a saturday night...
THERE I GO AGAIN. future, future. now. now...it's 4:30. i have to study for a spanish test. i SHOULD do my math homework...i will. i will. i need to practice guitar, even though brian doesn't get back until...ugh, whenever.
and i'd rather die than hear goodbye and watch you go...