Me, Myself and I
gen
khs 6/1'03
dhs 1J'04, 2J'05, 3ICHIBAN, 4i-monster
5/6/91
Cello, Piano
dhscodyb, dhssc
Desires
iPod nano
contacts
pumps
nice bag; tote or handbag
new clothes
new books
good grades--the best for the last!
Music
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
gah.
oh no. I must strive to carry on. My mind is going on, but the flesh is tired. exhausted. I can't keep my eyes open.
There's something fishy about this entire thing. Well, it's just a test. A test of endurance and mental strength. MIND OVER BODY.
Oh no. I hear footsteps.
Why? But there's no one there!
It's just me and my imagination.
I swore not to shed tears. "Tears are a language that God understands". Yes. Maybe I'll try that.
My English is failing me. gah. Go to hell, all you mental blocks and lack of vocabulary. Come to me, thesaurus.
Ooh. My future is not going to be ruined in my own hands. nay. nay. nay. I just have to find something to pick me up, once again.
I know I have the strength and will power not to go down every again. I just need a break.
The doc is in and he says," 10 pints of tears and 9 gallons of sleep, that's what you need"
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
It's medicine time.
I mumbled to myself not to mumble ever again- 8:08 AM
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