now THIS is the class picture of the year.
girls, girls.
no comment.it's like 1/3 over! the common tests 2 are OVER! i don't know if im gg to screw it up or what,but think overall everything was okay,even maths (though i possibly lost half the marks already not being able to do like a lot of questions).how optimistic.
beloved a14 came over to steamboat tonight,they left an hour ago and my stomach is totally ringing with overload.great idea steph(: despite having to wash up a gargantuan piles of dishes and everything else needed to be washed,i'm glad we ended off with a bang.like seriously,bang.
now that things are more or less over,if i have not mentioned it,it's time to catch up with all that holiday i sacrificed just to make it through my books and notes.my room is in a mess.procrastination today,is king.i'm going to sleep.after i hang around doing nothing without much guilt FINALLY.
but it all returns to haunt you sooner than you know,you know.
I was following her through the familiar corridors of the second storey. There had always only been two storeys, and this one was the narrow one. Today I felt claustrophobic, though I had earlier rushed into her arms for our usual embrace and was comforted (I didn't know why I needed any comforting) by her huge presence. You're so pretty, I was saying admiringly, but her hair looked longer than usual and she wasn't quite the same. I cannot recall if she said the same back. She probably didn't. In a few steps we had found the room where I was supposed to find him, time fazing by so quickly the way they do in dreams. I recognized the heads that turned to look at us as we burst into the room, two figures brimming with energy, ever ready to entertain. I didn't see him, nor anyone who usually was with him. Deep inside I already knew despite my vague awareness of myself, that I wasn't really looking for him. I was looking for you. Through him, I had a piece of you - so I was always looking for him frantically whenever I lost him, a great unexplainable fear ripping inside me, that perhaps this time I had indeed lost hold of you forever. And then as I walked across the room, lips in a half-smile waiting to shine for him, somehow for you, when I heard a voice behind me call out for me. I turned, eyes tearing away from my search, stumbling urgently into yours to complete the hello so I could get on with goodbye. And in my nervous intensity fraying along the edges of myself, I paused, and without much of a glow offered a sorry I can't talk now I'm looking for someone "Oh hi."
I later woke up and realized you were my lost and found.
beloved a14 came over to steamboat tonight,they left an hour ago and my stomach is totally ringing with overload.great idea steph(: despite having to wash up a gargantuan piles of dishes and everything else needed to be washed,i'm glad we ended off with a bang.like seriously,bang.
now that things are more or less over,if i have not mentioned it,it's time to catch up with all that holiday i sacrificed just to make it through my books and notes.my room is in a mess.procrastination today,is king.i'm going to sleep.after i hang around doing nothing without much guilt FINALLY.
but it all returns to haunt you sooner than you know,you know.
I was following her through the familiar corridors of the second storey. There had always only been two storeys, and this one was the narrow one. Today I felt claustrophobic, though I had earlier rushed into her arms for our usual embrace and was comforted (I didn't know why I needed any comforting) by her huge presence. You're so pretty, I was saying admiringly, but her hair looked longer than usual and she wasn't quite the same. I cannot recall if she said the same back. She probably didn't. In a few steps we had found the room where I was supposed to find him, time fazing by so quickly the way they do in dreams. I recognized the heads that turned to look at us as we burst into the room, two figures brimming with energy, ever ready to entertain. I didn't see him, nor anyone who usually was with him. Deep inside I already knew despite my vague awareness of myself, that I wasn't really looking for him. I was looking for you. Through him, I had a piece of you - so I was always looking for him frantically whenever I lost him, a great unexplainable fear ripping inside me, that perhaps this time I had indeed lost hold of you forever. And then as I walked across the room, lips in a half-smile waiting to shine for him, somehow for you, when I heard a voice behind me call out for me. I turned, eyes tearing away from my search, stumbling urgently into yours to complete the hello so I could get on with goodbye. And in my nervous intensity fraying along the edges of myself, I paused, and without much of a glow offered a sorry I can't talk now I'm looking for someone "Oh hi."
I later woke up and realized you were my lost and found.
And I'm thinking,
I dare you to not be ashamed of me.
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