Feeling: Alright
Listening to: Sympathy by Red Lipstick Letter


Hahahahahaha.

Oh, the things I find funny.

Feeling: Hissy
Listening to: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

On this rare occasion, I wish you a merry Christmas, though I don't know the meaning of it, I'll join the world in their celebrations simply because I can.

Cheers.

Why are the words never enough? And the timing; it's just too much. Without you here, the days are so lonely, the tears are beyond my control. For you have the voice that speaks to my heart, the eyes that see into my soul. So, don't destroy it. Waste not, want not; that's what they say. And this time, I think you should listen to them.

Weeell.

That was uncalled for. Have a nice day. :]

Hickery dickery dock.

Days till I return: 14

Feeling: Rushed
Listening to: Bury Your Head by Saosin

My brother slammed my finger in the cupboard the other day. I screamed; it hurt. I cried; it bled. Then, I stopped 'cause I realized it was a tiny cut and I'm more bad ass than that. Hahaha.

I wrote this last night before going to bed. You know how moose are; they're crazy and their minds only work when they're not supposed to.

What Is Freedom?
We live in a world where nobody knows your name
and not a thought wonders whether you will make it or not.
The warnings are clear, yet no soul listens;
the gates are closing, yet none will come.
We beg for things we don't know the meaning of;
we suffer for things too complex to understand.
We complain the chains hold us too tightly;
that they cut and bleed and scar.
We argue the boundaries limit us too often;
that they drag and cry and hurt.
We long for liberty; we cry, we shout.
Like babes, we know no other way.
And like a babe, I question, in all honesty and truth,
what is freedom but a state of mind?
What is freedom but an idea?

Call me your valentine.

And if it isn't plain enough to see, I miss you, Mr. Hutchinson.

Feeling: Sad
Listening to: Satellite by Takota

This is a pretty song. It humbles my thoughts and lets me feel my heartbeat stronger than ever, almost as if I could fall asleep without realizing it. And it makes me sad, but it's a good kind of sad; the kind of sad you feel when you're without your soul, but you know it hasn't deceived you, and that it will be back.

Dallase, let me know. If you're there, you need to say so.

I'm leaving tomorrow, and if you still need me to put up the countdown till I leave, then you're kind of dumb. But it's okay, I won't tell. :] (If you feel I'm talking to you, then Days till I leave: 1)

I've started school again. I honestly didn't want to; I wanted to wait until September so as to get the most of what IB has to offer but what's done is done, and I go to ISB now. It's alright, and I have a plan to get through this, so I hope I can be disiplined enough to listen to myself this time, and if I do, I hope my plan works.

Battle of the Bands is tonight. I came home to pack, and when I'm done with that, I'll go back to school with my 'I ♥ MOTA' sticker on, and everyone will think I'm cool.

Haha.

God.

I'm going to miss Hamish. :[