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Mmm watcha say ?
So let me ingive me another chance
To really be your girl.
Cause when the roof caved in
and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
So tell me boy
mmmm watcha say ?
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Confused much ?
Sunday, May 24, 2009
I feel like writing something meaningful.. But, either there's no inspiration.. or There are no words to express what i'm actually feeling. Whatever it is, it's overwhelming. Feels like things are going way too fast, but slow at the same time. It feels like it could be the end of the world every single second of the day, but at the same time it feels like there's nothing to look forward to. Love and hate, seem to get along very well, and assumptions are made quicker, arguments seem to go unresolved and the inevitable seem to just fade away into the background. Reality has not hit me yet BUT when it does, it should be interesting. I realize, I'm eighteen.. and not getting any younger. I regret the times I've wasted, the times I've loafed, or sat, stood, slept like I had nothing better to do, when I did. Like right now, I hate this feeling.. the feeling where you feel like you're running out of time, yet it feels like you have all the time in the world with nothing to do. It's confusing, and I dont like it one bit. The weird part is, somewhere in the far depths of my mysterious mind, all this makes sense. It just has to.
that you only meant well.
i know what i did wasnt clever
Confused much ?
Sunday, May 24, 2009
I feel like writing something meaningful.. But, either there's no inspiration.. or There are no words to express what i'm actually feeling. Whatever it is, it's overwhelming. Feels like things are going way too fast, but slow at the same time. It feels like it could be the end of the world every single second of the day, but at the same time it feels like there's nothing to look forward to. Love and hate, seem to get along very well, and assumptions are made quicker, arguments seem to go unresolved and the inevitable seem to just fade away into the background. Reality has not hit me yet BUT when it does, it should be interesting. I realize, I'm eighteen.. and not getting any younger. I regret the times I've wasted, the times I've loafed, or sat, stood, slept like I had nothing better to do, when I did. Like right now, I hate this feeling.. the feeling where you feel like you're running out of time, yet it feels like you have all the time in the world with nothing to do. It's confusing, and I dont like it one bit. The weird part is, somewhere in the far depths of my mysterious mind, all this makes sense. It just has to.
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