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Which is fine, because I like it. "...so I could be the tallest man in your eyes, babe." Summer reading...gross. Calculus is dumb too. Next year will either be really good or really awful. I won't place bets yet. But fall will mean parking far away and picking up leaves on the way to school, To put them in books to find later in the year. I only had four in my bio book, but they were so pretty and happy making when I found them. It was a stupid feeling. Also, sometime people think it's strange in the middle of winter to pull out a leave from the ecology section of your text book. But that's okay. I'm okay with it. Mm...letters. I don't know what to write for most of these right now. I've finished one. I want to do two more...but I can't bring myself to it. I'm just too bitter for some reason and really don't want to come off as rude. I've written a lot of songs. But I don't like them. It's an endless cycle, I figure, and it's bringing me downn. |
