Psh. I know it's not all I need literally. It's a poetic thing!
*sigh*
Education, money, a job for money. More. I know, I'm not dumb. No worries. I've also been thinking about that kinda stuff.
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Psh. I know it's not all I need literally. It's a poetic thing!
*sigh*
Education, money, a job for money. More. I know, I'm not dumb. No worries. I've also been thinking about that kinda stuff.
Money, money, money. You're forgetting a few basic, key principals in there that hopefully you will learn over the course of knowing me.
Not my words, but I thought they fit you well.
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
O can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I keep crying baby please
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
-The Police.
Oh I love that song. It's creepy as hell but I love it. Hehe.
It doesn't suit me in the least!
Silly boy.
It fits a hell of a lot more than you'd like it to, I suppose.
Nah I guess I can see it.
We do kinda need to talk Paul, something kinda a little serious. In person, face to face. Just something I'd like to tell you.
Don't get worried or anything, it's somewhat small.
Thank baby jesus, you remembered.
I won't be at school until 11- I got some things to do in the morning and 35 minute classes arn't much help to me, so you can talk to me after school I suppose.
I'd rather do it without Gil there if possible. It was something she told me, but I want to talk to you about it man to man. So to say.
Well shit, now you do have me worried.
Name the time and place.
No really, no worries. Just one guy talking to another on a subject in need of speaking. Nothing huge, please, no worries. I also kinda wanna tell you some things about the two of us. Time and place doesn't matter, whenever and wherever you want.
But I must log out now. Time for painting.
Huzzah! *death*
Alas, my teen friends, love does die. Even real one does. Sad as it is.
It takes you years to get over that fact, that the purest feeling you felt yesterday - will mean nothing tomorrow. Years of depression, alcohol, and recklessness. Years of focus, abstinence, and stoicism.
Love dies when there is no choice. Love dies when there is a better choice.
Love dies when you are hurting. Love dies when you are left alone, and your heart turns to ice.
Love is not a winged sacred being or act of magic.
Love is simply an emotion. Love is a chemical state.
It is unknown and unexplained only to those who are under its influence.
To those who are not in love, love is easily explainable.
The tricky part is when you step to a level higher, managing to do both: be in love and analyze it.
I have succeeded in my journey towards this wisdom, but the results I found were perilous.
