sooo much homework to do today...should start that soooon
and i'm supposed to bestrong & have all the answers... a cannibal in the new church of cancer ... but i'm nothing special i'm not unique ... i have many secrets& i eat the weak... and i'm at an end ... i'm at an end... and there's ... NO WAY OUT!!
i need to find mysanctuary ..... someplace safe ... gotta get this outta me ..... this is myescape
-Jillian member of the pokémon league i wanna hold you high and steal your pain away if i don't make it know that i've loved you all along when you are with me i'm free that hazy moon will be ash in the wind real soon
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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I just typed three pages for an english assignment. I'm up to four pages, and I'm about half done.
Worst part of it is, it only counts for "formative" marks, which basically means that we have to hand it in completed, but it doesn't count towards our final mark.
(I know it's not much around here, but it's a nice pretty number none-the-less)
Open your eyes to nights and days, you close them up and float away and somehow inbetween you've got to master lying to yourself you back the cause, get out of school, you get a job, the job gets you and somehow every day you end up serving somebody else now if that ain't panic that you're feeling, then you damn well better start you can drive it into that head of yours with the hammer in your heart.
And it's alriiiiiiiight now, take the world and make it yours again.
i am eating some sort of seed....i think they are sunflower seeds but they are a bit big for sunflower seeds. i would have read the package but there is no english on it and i don't read chinese! they are yummy though. They were on the table so that means they were open to the house but i have a feeling they weren't....oh well.
HARDCORE!!!
OMG. I can't believe I din't think fo you
until now because when I think on
a scale of one to ten you're like YWELVE.
No, seriously?
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.