Do sad songs contribute towards a bad mood...
Or do sad song cause depression?
It's like asking what came first, the chicken or the egg.
We concluded that probably both popped into existance together.
A chicken and an egg. *pop*
If only I could draw as well as blog...
Yeah yeah best birthday party ever.
We were IGNORED by the adults.
Isn't that the protocol?
Didnt get a wish, didnt get to cut the cake, didnt have candles
Did have cake, did have coffee with the cake
Did have Jerry and Oliver
I think Jerry likes Oliver. He did say our argument was the highlight of the day...
Haha, but then again, we're awesome.
Dreams dreams dreams, I keep dreaming about water.
Floods, drowning people, drowning myself.
I swear I do so much more in my dreams than in real life.
It just seems like a more interesting reality.
Even if it is only in my own head.
Doing biology report that I had so eloquently neglected for the past week
I'm starting to unwind from study mode again
Uh oh.
I can't seem to kepe my room clean.
As soon as I clean it, it gets dirty again. Why?
Fairies. Psh. I wish.
Lah lah lah. Heres my creative piece for the day:
Your presence eludes any definition. It permeated so deeply into the fabric of my reality that I no longer felt your physical entry into my sensory world. I could feel you there, your existence entangled with mine, twisting and twining, weaving everything I taste, see, feel and know. When I am still, I can feel my heart beating in rhythm to yours, my blood coursing through your veins and yours through mine. I often wondered if you concentrated you would be able to see through my eyes, taste my food, feel the rough texture of bark under my fingers and share my dreams. To tear you away from me is to rend apart my world, to pick every stitch of reality and to unravel every thread of happiness. I concluded that I will never allow that to occur.
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