You can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
Mmm. Hey. Bitches.
English. Daybooks. Vocab.
IAGS. Nothing. Got my pictures redone. The photographer let me see it on the camera, it actually looked kind of good, I think. Then I walked around with Katie for a little bit, before I went back to class.
Global. Went to the library.
Spanish. New seats. I hate my seat. A lot.
Yeah. Then we went to Wyatt's. Then Chris, Tim and Amber left. Then Rachel and I stayed and talked to Wyatt for awhile, then walked back to the school. And walked around with Sasha for awhile. Rachel's going out with Josh now. Heh, it's cute.
"I just wanna believe.
I just wanna believe.
I just wanna believe in us."
Yep. Another Brand New binge...
"Feels like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took. Every minute is a mile, I've never felt so hallow. I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles. My secrets for a buck. Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage. Yes, I am paid to spill my guts. I won't see home 'till spring. Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic, but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing."
Goodbye.
English. Daybooks. Vocab.
IAGS. Nothing. Got my pictures redone. The photographer let me see it on the camera, it actually looked kind of good, I think. Then I walked around with Katie for a little bit, before I went back to class.
Global. Went to the library.
Spanish. New seats. I hate my seat. A lot.
Yeah. Then we went to Wyatt's. Then Chris, Tim and Amber left. Then Rachel and I stayed and talked to Wyatt for awhile, then walked back to the school. And walked around with Sasha for awhile. Rachel's going out with Josh now. Heh, it's cute.
"I just wanna believe.
I just wanna believe.
I just wanna believe in us."
Yep. Another Brand New binge...
"Feels like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took. Every minute is a mile, I've never felt so hallow. I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles. My secrets for a buck. Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage. Yes, I am paid to spill my guts. I won't see home 'till spring. Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic, but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing."
Goodbye.