"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

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Silence, Fool!

Oh, funny story. I haven't had a voice since Monday.

Laryngitis, much? I sound like a chain smoker. Ridiculous.

Today I gained back some volume, but it lasted only until about the middle of fifth hour. From there on out, it's been nothingness coming out of my mouth.

I just tried to sing along to my playlist [I listen to it when I'm on my laptop... Tongue Tied was playing lol] and I quite literally cannot make singing noises. Not that my singing was anything wonderful to begin with, but now it's just strained silence.

Funny, isn't it? I've spent the past few days screaming to be heard in a whisper. And I've spent the majority of my life always having something to say.

Sucks a bit. I lie... Sucks majorly.
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