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Friday, June 26, 2009 Last time people would play the 'see who laughs first' game. I hardly ever lost; I'd think of the airport glass and weep instead.Nowadays when I go down for breakfast and happen to glance at the closed room door I'd think you're still sleeping. I have two wishes for the future, that is if I ever play that game again I want to either lose, or win thinking about the airport glass for the opposite reason. And I want to go down for breakfast in the mornings glancing at the closed room door but knowing you are, sleeping or not, having the time of your life someplace else
Wednesday, June 24, 2009 I'm not really a fan off screaming rockers, but when I hear this song I wonder how america managed to screw up their voting system so badly.I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles its a very very, mad world Made to feel the way that every child should; Sit and listen, sit and listen I've been on this blog for 5 whole years, its kinda ridiculous, since I've never been straightforward to express anything I've experienced, much less felt. But I still have a purpose for this platform, mostly to vent my anger or frustration to whoever would listen and can comprehend, since I never want to list down all the nonsense in this world so explicitly. Lots of risks involved. In the past week I had 3 consecutive days where I dreamt of events I would've liked to happen, but if they really did happen in reality would probably be disruptive. I did wish I could fit some parts of my past into the present, but I guess now it could never work. Its high time to get a move on
Monday, June 15, 2009 I hope I don't break lose before A levels. That will be hell for everyone around. Most for myself. I feel like my screwed up year(s) all over again. But its an awesome feeling. That perpetual high. Keeps me through the night without caffeine, keeps the worries away. And I'm not even exaggerating. But this drug is just a freaking playlist. At this point of time I could steal a car, explore the part of this world I've been restricted from but been to so many times to know that it could define the rest of my life. 3 years ago I thought I would get there by now, but wrong, when someone's chained you up. In another 3 years that chain will break whether you like it or not. But I think if that chain didnt exist I'll be behind bars instead
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