Summer

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

Mondays I sleep away.
Tuesdays I lay awake.
Wednesdays are the worst.
Thursdays I reminice.
Fridays I see your face.
And I can breathe.

 

It’s almost 8 in the morning. It’s May 07. Only a bit ’til school starts again. Friggin’ evil institution. Only a few weeks until my adviser’ll eff up about my bangs. C’mon, at least I don’t have a piercing. ;@; FTW. It’s just hair, plus, it’s MINE, goddamnit.

It’s so hard to pretend. (x.x;;)

 

My eyes they do see.
I don’t breathe the way I used to.
My lips they don’t sing.
I won’t be the way I was on that night.

 

I’ll lay awake and I’ll watch the stars as they collide. c:

 

** christofer you so cute ♥

hm goddamnit. eff up girls. p: