Man, there is something about writing that makes me so alive. I'm not really sure what to do about life anymore.
"Yesterday" has been on repeat for the past hour. I hope you're happy, sweet Englishmen from the Beatles. (You could even turn that the other way around, and that could almost sound correct too... awkward.)
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hideaway.
Yeah, if only I could have the time to hide, I would so do that! Thursday, after Wind Ensemble my week is officially over and I could just sleep in on Friday. That sounds like a plan. Perhaps I could start adding more to my memoir for English 211. Yeah, already I'm scheduling my weekend.
This does not sound good.
"There's a shadow hanging over me."
