Wednesday, May. 19, 2004 : End. The.
How 'bout no longer being masochistic?

How 'bout stopping eating when I'm full up?

How 'bout unabashedly bawling my eyes out?

So, it's over.

We all sat in maths, stomachs jolting everytime someone came in the room, until he came in and said pretty much, 'Go now'. So we left, in the wilting heat, and couldn't stop smiling, until I realised what happened. Then that, and other things floated into my mind and those latter lyrics came into play. Why, I don't know, but everything's finished now, almost. It's like being tied up for years and now we are let go, we will get lost soon enough - at least thats what I'm afraid of. It's so bizarre to think, all of it's over.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: