| Woahhhh. Been on break for two and a half weeks.
This is my last day before I go back for my third semester, and it's going to be a crazy one. I kind of miss school. Or miss NOT being at work. I'm not sure which one, most.
I'm having a hard time finding a place in everything. I feel like I don't know who really cares. I get complained about and blamed for stuff, when no one really has any idea how i feel about anything. You don't understand, and I'm tired of your assumptions.
In other news... Project 86 at the chameleon wednesday. it was a great show! it rocked. SF kids- you are quite fun. =)
Oh annnnnd.
I <3 Tim.
kbye.
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Well, friends. I have decided I should probably Xanga. It could be a good thing to start again, too. Life has been rather busy for me...
My second semester at OTI is going well, but it's been stressful... I still like it a whole lot though...I'm getting home earlier now, even though I'm leaving earlier in the mornings...
Today my car decided to have a problem, but luckily it did this at the train station. I guess my dad will have to pick it up later. =x
Uhhh well. In other news...I'm tired! Kbye!
xjenn |
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| Your words are shallow and dull against my skin.
Their cold bitter edge cuts deeper within.
I don't appreciate the words you say behind my back, but it's OK.
I'm not one for getting mad.
I don't need apologies.
I don't fall for sympathy.
You can't win me back.
This will be the last time I'm kissing you good-bye.
You left me with a scar across my back.
These stones are breaking my bones as they crush me.
Your careless remarks left me here to bleed.
I don't appreciate the games you play without regret but it's OK.
I'm not one for getting mad.
Your knife, my back
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