Friday, October 15, 2004

When the world seems bleak and dreary...lay down in the middle of a busy highway and make shapes out of clouds.


English 10-1 with Ms. Maxwell has turned into a very morbid class. It is also my favourite class. Make sense? I bet she died in a state of great pain. I bet he thought she was pretty, like a china doll.

Sometimes, things weren't meant to be fixed. Sometimes hearts just need a bit of ducttape. Feel free to punch me, I need to feel something.


When the world seems bleak and dreary...hug an electric fence for comfort. It will hug back.

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