I've finished all my homework,
I've practiced my heart out,
and am extremely bored.
I'm contemplating meddling in other peoples business.
I mean, they owe me for what happened to them in a sense.
I'm getting the ball rolling for this guy,
which brings me to this guy.
Why do I spontaneously like him? I remember when I used to hate him.
But I also remember a thick rimmed pair of glasses sitting square on a teacher's nose, and I remember that teacher once saying,
"the only reason you hate someone is because they reflect things that you hate about yourself,"
So what does this guy and I have in common? and how I can I break it?
I think you and I have the same thoughts here.
It's never too late to be the person you want to be I suppose.
But why should I change myself for others? Like I'll care.
IDENTITY CRISIS AHH! This is what French religion does to me.
I should make amends with that smelly girl there.
Maybe a barrier will be pierced when she returns my books.
I was surprised to hear what I did on Friday.
This post is much too long.
In the words of Beethoven:
Rest - Eb - Eb - Eb - C
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