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Sunday, April 26, 2009

Damned, i'm cruisin' again.

got off to a nice start, caught breakfast, sat myself down by eleven to do some work.
but i never seem to feel the sense of urgency until its, say, two minutes to midnight.

lovers always come and lovers always go.
in the end it's always me alone

my jelly beans all taste like flavoured bubblegum.
did you know.? yesterday was jelly bean day. ha ha what the heck.

why does it always rain on me


i know that i'm not an endearing person.

how can one know many things yet know nothing at the same time.?
(running
home, running home, running home, running
home
)
its called a pang-
i am also well aware that angst as a writing style may seem a lot like self- absorption.

floorball season starts next week! how eggciting:))))



someday my pain,

she's not here @

4:18 PM