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Meow.
Meow. |
I guess all I can say now is that I am utterly disgusted at you. As if I haven't made it clear enough how much I hate that. I do not understand what came over you exactly, but I'm not happy with it. Please don't do it again. I'm fully capable of being rude, I just prefer not to be. Had to get that out. In other news... I do like to cooler weather, though it's out of the ordinary. This isn't exactly the most ordinary summer, after all. I've got my skinny jeans, which of course I wear whether the weather tells me to or not, and a big sweatshirt on. Sitting. Playing guitar. Trying to sort the un-organizable facts in front of me. Some simply undeniable. Some I shouldn't even have knowledge about. Some more assumptions. And their all floating around in the mess of my head. Joy. And to think, I've made a song for every single one. But no words. Because the words are never right. English seems to be too simple of a language for this. Simply feeling it is best. I just don't know how to describe them. My vocabulary isn't exactly very extensive. "Are two chords enough, dear?" Because that's just it. I know, a silly, ridiculously artsy outlet. But what choice do I have exactly? I don't have anything else right now. Thank you for making my days brighter, love. I thoroughly appreciate it. |
