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Got postcards from my former selves, saying, "How you been?"
We might've said good byes just a little soon,
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon.

"if you're a bird, i'm a bird" (tagboard here)
Sunday, April 02, 2006 @ 11:56 am


maybei'lljuststayinbed

there's always something in the way

i hit my hand against the handle of my big wooden door last night. the pain was so excruciating that i cried (i have a low threshold for pain). and i saw blood. okay, it was only a little bit but i freaked out. and i was so tired yesterday, i just wanted to get to my bed and sleep but i had to knock my hand. so great. it was bulging last night. as in there was a circle around the wound. haha. now the cut is so tiny i think you will laugh at me when i tell you that i cried. haha.

i get a high whenever you're around;
sweeping from my head to my toes

there's lit, ss, hist, math, and a whole bunch of things waiting for me. i need to get off but i just cant! help.

had flag day yesterday. i think i said the most thank-yous in my entire life in just one day. and it was tiring (what joy, we are gonna do it again next sat). i will try to donate everytime someone asks me for donation, provided that i am not lazy to take my wallet out. haha.

in the bright of day, it might seem like the stars are gone
well, they never leave,
they come back when the sun moves on