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Thursday, January 15, 2009

You won't bring me down this time.

Long day. School, CCA. HOME.

Today was kind of boring. At least I've got all my work submitted.

Woke up a little too early. Tsk.

I feel irritated.
Pissed.
Happy.
Sad.
Tired.
Energetic.
Motivated.
Demoralized.

I wanna play the drums. Like now.

Apart from music, it's the only way I get my emotions under control.

I wanna scream.

You're pushing and pulling me down to you.

Paramore's good. They calm me, make me feel relaxed. But their music makes me think. A lot.

Change's knocking on my door. I can hear it calling my name. But I'm not ready to accept it. Then again, if I don't then when will I ever.

Labels: Cowards run, generals retreat

i made it known at 8:15 PM

_____________________

Josiah!

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