I'm sitting here about to have a nervous breakdown and of course I end up here. So here it goes... after this, I'm going to try to focus on my paper, calm down, and not think about you and your drama because I believe that eventually even you will grow up. I know shocking. I guess I like to think miracles happen. For now, I just have to try to ignore you're childish need to make me some sort of scapegoat and hopefully one day you'll learn to be a good friend.
Here's a song I like:
Better tha Ezra- Our Finest Year
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2stbMUYKC9A
I am bending
Made of steel.
I am stumbling
Towards something real.
How can you forget this feeling
Of standing straight while the world is reeling?
Don't leave me here alone.
You're as close as it gets to home.
Don't look down.
You might fall.
Life made rookies of us all.
In our finest year.
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