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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Hello world. At least I'm feeling better now.




Hmm. Didn't go to school today. Found out that I DIDN'T fracture my wrist, YAY! And that the lump isn't a tumor, MEGA YAY! Some limpthnote swell thingy. So stayed at home, did some work and used the computer. Left home at about 5 for tuition. Hmm. Tuition was slack, as usual. Oh. Got myself a wrist guard so I wouldn't move my hand so much. Yayness.



Hmm. There's nothing much to post about. Damn.


Let this Go - Paramore

Maybe if my heart stops beating
It won't hurt this much
And never will I have to answer
Again to anyone

Please don't get me wrong because

I'll never let this go
But I can't find the words to tell you
I don't want to be alone
But now I feel like I don't know you

One day you'll get sick of
Saying that everything's all right
And by then I'm sure I'll be
Pretending just like I am tonight



Bombers - Yellowcard

This is the deepest cut I
Think I have ever felt
These are the things I think but I will never tell
I'm trying to walk these bridges
Burning beneath my feet
Well I am an echo I am heard but never seen

These are your hearts
Like bombs they're coming down
They're falling on me now
And this my last try
Got one thing left to prove
There's a bomber in me too

This is a mirror image
Of everything I'm not
Always reflecting what I've learned but was not taught
If I could make things different
If I could press restart
Then I would hold back every breath that went too far

Sometimes I feel like I am working in the dark
Collecting names collecting all the mending hearts
And if your one that I have missed along the way
Then I'm rehearsing all the things I'd like to say
This isn't easy for me
This isn't easy





Just some songs I've been listening to. Haha. Goodnight guys.

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