"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

Monday, September 15, 2008

Habitual Idiocy

I have this really bad tendency to pick the guys that are worst for me. It's just what I do. And I can never figure out why I'm so stupid.

I don't love them. The thought of ever loving one of them makes me laugh out loud. I just decide that they might deserve my attention, and then they let me down by being absolutely ridiculous.

I'm an idiot. :[

Oh, well. Off to school. Off to learn things I don't want to know and to see things I couldn't care less to see. Then to work, to earn a paycheck that will pay for me to go to more school...to learn more...

Oh, well.
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