monkeys |
For the hot boy with the funny xanga to find me |
my email from my sexy man |
Life. |
my true love |
To win the lottery |
my life to start and have real meaning |
I am waiting for reason to prevail. |
tomorrow, in which music will be exchanged in the morning time and dreamt about the remainder of the day. |
nothing |
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sitting |
Thinking about how much school sucks and how tomorrow is gonna be hell |
sitting on here typing this B.S |
Rotting in school. |
talking to him on the computer |
Wondering how I'm gonna win if I don't play |
finding people with which to fill the time and have some enjoyment with |
Trying to keep my head above the tide of emotion that threatens to overwhelm all human interaction. |
singing stairway to heaven, even though it's the dave matthews version. |
nothing special |
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it won't don't bother |
I'll IM him |
i'll email him and get pissed |
I'll have the same teachers for enternity. |
i'll keep on looking |
Reality sucks |
ill be sad |
I will remain alone. |
the beat will go on. |
it wont |
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