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I Pressed Leaves in My Textbooks.
posted on Sunday, January 16, 2011 @ 4:25 PM
What are the chances that Damien Rice will sing me to sleep tonight?
Yeah...probably slim.
But that would be so nice.
Especially on nights when I end up staying up past midnight.
Doing what? Nothing productive. That's for sure.
But that's alright, I guess.

I don't think it's okay.
I don't think it's fair by any means.
But it happened still.
And, well, there's really nothing to do about it.

I liked that. Probably the best time I've had in a short while.
Thanks.

Just leave them alone, alright?
They'll be fine. Don't force it.

I want fall back.
"...I've come to the conclusion that October is just a bad month."
How could you say that?
In the heat of the moment, maybe.
I think October is beautiful, if not only for the leaves.
And everything's better in October.
I'm pretty sure it's my favorite month, and has been for at least the past two years.
I still love the fall.
But I never went up North like I had planned.
I guess I saw enough leaves.
And I hid enough in my textbooks, that make me smile when they fall out on my desk.
Sigh. I love it.

"I don't know...I get bored sometimes."
"Don't tell your parents that."
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