itunes: my paper heart by the all-american rejects
Sometimes it might be okay, but other times, it is just not.
Had a good family day out today, and it's been quite some time. I enjoyed it, really.
Lessons are going to start tomorrow again, results are going to be on Friday, just right before I leave for Japan. Hope it isn't going to affect my mood somehow.
You know, I'm just wondering if I'm going to still feel the exhaustion that I did, before the promos have started, thinking about every single thing. Listening to the All-American Rejects again, really brought me back into those times. Having listened to the past month's playlist of Westlife, made me feel like I was living in another world. Now, it's a slap-back to reality.
No, things are not bad. I didn't mention that, it's just all the random thoughts, again.
I'll indulge in some project work.
it's so hard not to care for you.
Summertime,
the nights they are so long,
the leaves fall down,
and so do I into the arms of a friend
Winter nights
my bedside is cold,
for I am gone,
and spring blossoms you...
to me
Sometimes it might be okay, but other times, it is just not.
Had a good family day out today, and it's been quite some time. I enjoyed it, really.
Lessons are going to start tomorrow again, results are going to be on Friday, just right before I leave for Japan. Hope it isn't going to affect my mood somehow.
You know, I'm just wondering if I'm going to still feel the exhaustion that I did, before the promos have started, thinking about every single thing. Listening to the All-American Rejects again, really brought me back into those times. Having listened to the past month's playlist of Westlife, made me feel like I was living in another world. Now, it's a slap-back to reality.
No, things are not bad. I didn't mention that, it's just all the random thoughts, again.
I'll indulge in some project work.
it's so hard not to care for you.
Summertime,
the nights they are so long,
the leaves fall down,
and so do I into the arms of a friend
Winter nights
my bedside is cold,
for I am gone,
and spring blossoms you...
to me

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