"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

I Have Died...

...and this is hell.

Pain, puking, coughing, and an all-day AP history project.

Dear God. I'm going to lose my mind. Not like I had one to begin with, but now it's really gone.

And the worst part? After I meet the girls at the library, I'm stuck here all alone. Alone to wallow in how awful I feel and to wish somebody was here with me.

My advice? Stay away from sick people. And AP history classes.

-Abbs is [nauseous, and] out.
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