emily;

What a dreary day - everywhere you go, always take the weather with you. Amen to Crowded House.

Let's see. It's the 2nd week of the holidays and despite having not seen anyone from school besides Davo in the last week, I still haven't gotten past the fact that everything's not so neat and tidy like I thought it was. Alright, everyone is completely right. Why care for? It's in the past. You're the one who bloody ended it. So yes, I shouldn't care. And no, I don't. But something still isn't right.
Maybe I'm a bit of a idealist, like Dawson. (ha! Dawson's Creek - I am so addicted). Maybe if I stop thinking that my final year of highschool should be perfect, and that graduation should happen like it does in teen movies ... then maybe I wouldn't feel like this.
For someone who says she can cope with change and doesn't mind the occassional moving around, I'm pretty much lost.

I want to be grown up. I want to annihilate my insecurities and know exactly who I am and what I want. I want to be sure, of ... everything. I want so much, to be better.

Yeah, lost cause. I think I'll just sit here and look out the window for about 20mins and then start my Maths notes.

It's times like these you wish you hadn't left that particular day.

"So, my headphones were my constant companions
Around my neck they were constantly hanging
And late at night when I'm haunted by phantoms
The songs I would jam would subconsciously ban them
And damn, I know it's just lyrics and beats
But lyrics to me are like infinite peace, And peace
Is what hip hop had brought me
Strumming my pain like it was "Killing Me Softly"Killing me,
but what a way to die Overdosed on flows, comatose on rhymes
And I, Wanna drift away
Staying conscious enough just to hit replay, okay

Gimme that beat boys, gimme that flow
Let me live within the rhythm, let me free my soul, and drift away"
- Magnetic North, Drift Away

P.S. One of my relatives (second cousin I think?) started making music. He's from France. So um yeah, check it out? - http://www.myspace.com/dustloc


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emily;

What a dreary day - everywhere you go, always take the weather with you. Amen to Crowded House.

Let's see. It's the 2nd week of the holidays and despite having not seen anyone from school besides Davo in the last week, I still haven't gotten past the fact that everything's not so neat and tidy like I thought it was. Alright, everyone is completely right. Why care for? It's in the past. You're the one who bloody ended it. So yes, I shouldn't care. And no, I don't. But something still isn't right.
Maybe I'm a bit of a idealist, like Dawson. (ha! Dawson's Creek - I am so addicted). Maybe if I stop thinking that my final year of highschool should be perfect, and that graduation should happen like it does in teen movies ... then maybe I wouldn't feel like this.
For someone who says she can cope with change and doesn't mind the occassional moving around, I'm pretty much lost.

I want to be grown up. I want to annihilate my insecurities and know exactly who I am and what I want. I want to be sure, of ... everything. I want so much, to be better.

Yeah, lost cause. I think I'll just sit here and look out the window for about 20mins and then start my Maths notes.

It's times like these you wish you hadn't left that particular day.

"So, my headphones were my constant companions
Around my neck they were constantly hanging
And late at night when I'm haunted by phantoms
The songs I would jam would subconsciously ban them
And damn, I know it's just lyrics and beats
But lyrics to me are like infinite peace, And peace
Is what hip hop had brought me
Strumming my pain like it was "Killing Me Softly"Killing me,
but what a way to die Overdosed on flows, comatose on rhymes
And I, Wanna drift away
Staying conscious enough just to hit replay, okay

Gimme that beat boys, gimme that flow
Let me live within the rhythm, let me free my soul, and drift away"
- Magnetic North, Drift Away

P.S. One of my relatives (second cousin I think?) started making music. He's from France. So um yeah, check it out? - http://www.myspace.com/dustloc