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I really just want you to know that you mean more to me than most people do, and I don’t know whether this is good or bad; I don’t know you at all.
Why am I writing this here? You will never see it anyway..

How cliche.

Today, I woke up, showered, and went to work; awesome, right?
Today, old people loved me; no surprise, really.
Today, I received ridiculous text messages from an ex-friend/lover; FML.
Today, the person from the above statement is no longer apart of my life; finally.
Today, I have come to terms that I am not moving out of my home; probably the best decision I have ever made.
Today, I am so thankful I decided to move on; you were never worth my time.
Today, <3; yep, that’s a heart.

Oh, I love street art.

Today I am the happiest kid in the world.

my independent study just got deleted again.
here’s to my stupidity, and to a long night ahead.

fuck.

Today, I woke up to realize that I had fallen asleep with my computer on, and my unsaved independent study open; unfortunately, my computer had turned off while I had fallen asleep, and my independent study didn’t recover.
Today, I am re-writing my independent study; I could have been done school today.
Today, I played my music exam; I got 85%. FML.
Today, I payed to get on the bus with nickels and dimes; how awesome is that?
Today, I am alive; this is truly the highlight.

Today was pretty brutal.

Oh, it is love.

Today I had two exams; two exams I did not study for.
Today I passed two exams; two exams I’m 100% sure I passed.
[This is where I frantically cross my fingers in hopes that I passed English. Oh, Lord!]

Today I practiced my saxophone; it was beautiful.
Today I realized I love music oh-so-much.
[This is where I insert a heart emotion or something. <3. There.]

Today I wrote twenty-six pages combined; my pen ran out of ink.
Today my hands hurt more than usual; I wonder why?
[This is where I ponder my life - except not really.]

I agree, young padawan.

I am currently in my bed.
My window is open and I can faintly hear a band playing; they’re not very good.
You know those bands where the only talented musician is the drummer? Yeah.
All I hear is percussion.

I am currently wanting to sleep.
My relaxed state of mind is getting me nowhere; I have two exams tomorrow.
English and philosophy - my hand is going to be SO sore.
Let me sleep.

I am officially finished.
Today was technically my last day of high school; where did the time go?
I don’t want to be finished, really. I’m not ready for the real world.
Oh, the places you’ll go.

Sean, visiter moi.

I love Post Secret, ps.

i have to work in forty-five minutes.
i don’t want to.

today my mother picked me up from work.
when i got in the car, she was listening to playradioplay!

[this blew my mind to pieces.
i love my mother 10x more than i already do, if that is even possible.]

do i blog too much?

the trick to a nightmare is understanding you're in a dream.

Today, I worked a seven-hour shift; I haven’t worked a seven-hour shift in three weeks.
Today, I got ready in twenty-five minutes. Hot.
Today, I have a headache the size of Russia. Yeah, Russia.
Today, I helped stock milk. Why? I don’t know.
Today, I listened to the Evangelicals. What else is new?
Today, I pretended to be my friend’s girlfriend. Oh, baby.
Today, I went to my grandparents’ house.
Today, I had a nap.

Today, was boring. Damn.

I agree.

how do you sleep?

i don’t sleep - robots don’t need it.
i have no idea as to how i’m supposed to use this blog.
teach me your ways, internet.

i am currently listening to party crashin’ by the evangelicals.
“the lightning bolt of pain, it stays; i feel it all the time
and heaven was a work in vain
before you were born, did it hurt?”

i’m such a sucker.