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this is hell, i can't wait for school to start. guess we can only go up from here. up up and away!

and people should really refrain from sitting around and using mouth-power

>:/

the only thing i hate is having to hide behind a mask, and smile and grin and bear it all when you throw all your hnorms into my face. and direct questions i don't know how to answer, because although part of me wants to stop hiding behind half-truths and vagaries (or lies, if you will), the reality is that the environment is unbelievably hostile (you wouldn't believe me if i told you...). and lastly maybe.. well, i guess i haven't found the answer yet.

hands up baby hands up

travelling alone

i must say, it's been a while since text messages and online conversations were so :)

wear a mask and wear it well

if you decide to put up a pretence, at least bother to make sure your thing's together enough so that nobody can see through you at all. well, i for one think that 'nice' is overrated (who isn't nice at an orientation camp?) and saying that people are 'nice' just because you can't find any other adjective is well.. lame. because after a while, everybody is nice (and you know how true that can be......)

whatever, this is my sleep deprived brain talking. i just think it's better to be yourself, point blank, rather to wear some joker's mask and be some phony that you probably wouldn't recognise ANYWAY (on the assumption that you are a decent human being with some sort of value system in the first place)

will you won't you be the one i'll always know

i feel like an entire chunk of my life just upped and moved ten hours and two planerides away

see your future in a machine built for two

'sorry' just doesn't cut it anymore, especially not when you use it over and over, and over again without really meaning it.

whatever. being the sucker i am, i'll still be around waiting anyway. so step right up and step right over me, i'll see you when i do

catch

because other people say it so much better:

I don’t believe in one true love anymore. Things like timing and choices and psychology influence who we become and who we choose to spend our lives with as much as love does--and that makes me unbearably sad. I thought that love chose us.