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So I can breathe you in

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Friday, 22 February 2008
Flown away

Yeah you're flying off soon. Journey mercies.
I'm going to miss those long long talks we had outside the state library, with you trying to kill yourself by getting skin cancer.
"Tanny is your real name?!"
"I just had a visual of you in...blahblah"
Okay, just put them there for laughs.

English speech English speech English speech.

I so need to start doing some research and stop day dreaming in class.

Today was different. It was part old part new. I really don't know how to blog about it without people getting the wrong idea.

That's the whole problem really.

Stupid people assuming stupid things based on a shallow understanding. But I guess I'm one of those stupid people too at times. I'm bordering between then and now, it's so hard to not wander off the sidetrack.

Lately I start to feel that I don't care whether we talk or not, not anymore. That's bad I know, because it's just like what someone predicted.

It was not too long ago that I never wanted to say damn again. But lately, another word has been dancing on my tongue. That just makes me a hypocrite, but seriously, it's snowballing inside of me.

Sonsie's last day. I'm going to miss the "teacher is going to give a homework check now.....OHMYGOD HOMEWORK CHECK!" I'll just miss him, though his teaching techniques aren't exactly tops, he was so interesting, really, Sonsie sonsie, just say his name oh my. Chemistry sac today, and he was as usual, so entertaining. "Teacher is going to be extra strict, Teacher is always strict, but Teacher is going to be extra strict", yeah, he enjoys speaking in third person. Sure hope our new chemistry teacher will be just as nice :(

Why am I missing Mr Sonsie?!?!?!?! That is not supposed to be happening. Why do I get so attached so easily nowadays.

Aiwee up the back...Benjamin up the back.I'll miss the way he does the roll.

My blog posts are getting so annoying, even to myself.

Who would've known, in one day, my life would change so drastically.


I have so much to say, but I don't want to tell anybody.

Maybe things would be better if I got knocked down by that tram this morning.

love, 17:00
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