I'm really excited, but then I'm almost kinda sad too. As I'm finishing up my sophomore year, (and I'm going to be all nostalgic and Platonic here) I look back and reflect and see everything that has happened. I'm not sure whether I have really transitioned all that much. Well I suppose I have, but when change happens over time you don't really notice the change. I suppose someone who hasn't seen me would say I'd changed alot, but... eh i dunno. okay so that wasn't really all THAT philosophical, but whatever... actually the only class i'm really disappointed about leaving is my online Creative Writing ACCESS class. Luckily I get to take it next year too. That is IF stupid Mrs. Knight doesn't screw up my freaking schedule again... -.-** hm... what else should I say here... idk.
...on the la la la la la corner of fourth and fremont street... cuz their just
that unappealing, any practiced Catholic would... and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde... along with the people inside. What a wonderful, caricature of intimacy. Inside, what a wonderful, caricature of intimacy... there are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things...
P!ATD
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