Tuesday, December 29, 2009

alone on the bus at night, one of the few times i didn't feel like pulling out the book.

good slow ride, the low whir of the engine and the soft voice of michelle branch playing in my plugs.

trying hard.

I'm feeling the way you cross my mind
You save me in the nick of time
I'm riding the highs, I'm digging the lows
But at least I feel alive
I never faced so many emotional days
But my life is good

i guess.

have to go to school tomorrow for meeting. sian.

meeting on saturday and i can't go.

school starts on monday. sian.

fuck.

by Dan 11:24 PM

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