Im back. Forgot to blog yesterday. Haha got my cert for the writing competition yesterday. Got a distinction ! Yay ! Haha. The day went on normally, except for the fact that i had to carry all my books home. Shit heavy. Endured the weight. As for today, it was a damn waste of my time going to the CCAB stadium for the teacher's day celebrations, as i was raining very heavily, and still is, and when we tried to enter the gate, it was chained and we had to enter after the chains had been pulled until they'd reached their limit, in order for us to get it. And within, the water was half-way-before-my-knee-deep, and my shoes and feet were soaked. Just washed my shoes.On the way back, the bus was completely full, but i eventually got off in one piece. Thank god. Hope to go to my friend's party at 5. Until next time.
Why do we need this Who was it that said That great things come to great men Well that fucker lied to us There's nothing here but a wasteland,
But I can still see the graves of the dead but it's useless most of us would rather sit than see this wound that we have created Let's not last the night Let's not last the night
I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy
Senseless and I'm not sure why I'm not going to pretend that I know all the answers Of all of these questions It's got to be good for something So we'll chalk this up and we'll mount the dead on the fireplace above right above our guilded heads
I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy
Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage) and boring me with your body (it's all the rage) and how many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage) and really mean it (and really mean it) and really mean it (and really mean it) Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage) and boring me with your body (it's all the rage) and how many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage) and really mean it (and really mean it) and really mean it (and really mean it) and really mean it
Go
Why do we need this Who was it that said That great things come to great men Well that fucker lied to us There's nothing here but a wasteland There's nothing here
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