just let me

happy birthday, rachel

love, your sis,

shandershon

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I don’t know what to call myself how to refer to myself

I’ll just be Shandy to you, eh?

-hums-

ah-woo~ ahhh-woooo-oooo~

you don’t know how lovely you are

cache-cache, me retrouver, s’il te plaît

ahhhnnnn, oooooh, ahhhhhhnn, wooahhhhhh

’cause you shine like the universe, with so many stars

think of all the potential

think of all the unexplored

c’mon, get higher, there’s further we can go

beyond solid ground and earth

past the atmosphere, and hey, look, past the moon and Mars

its better than you think it is

up here and down there but oh

the world still goes ’round and there’s still breath in your lungs so

just keep on living it out now

live with me now

hmmmmm

hmmmhmmmm, hmmmmm~

not studying like a boss

corey’s birthday

happy 5th, bro

derp.

I don’t even know if I mean it

let’s assume I do

I hurt on the inside right now and I’m not quite sure why.

It might be that fic I read.

It might be those Coldplay songs I’ve had on replay for the past few hours.

It might be the lack of interaction and communication from this weekend (even though I had a healthy dosage on Friday).

It might be from the fact that I had planned to study but never got around to it.

It might be physical but that’s just too much info right there.

But anyways, this isn’t a feeling of miserable, it’s just… ugh. There’s a distinct lack of comfort and I can’t feel right anymore. I’m missing something entirely on a scale too large for me to comprehend. And it hurts.

The frick am I saying.

I just kinda want to recite lyrics from different songs here right now.

But that wouldn’t make any sense either, so I’ll refrain from boring you with that.

it’s starting to feel like 2nd Year

and look, its even the 2oth of December!

oh haha.

I’m glad you forgot.

because it wasn’t worth remembering

like “to be…” wasn’t worth remembering

(because I don’t follow it anymore either)

(and yet I am, unconsciously, and especially for the past few days)

it’s 2nd Year all over again

except today’s not Thursday

and we didn’t just disappear off of the face of the earth

and its not just us anymore, either

there’s more

like it was in the new year

a couple months early

-I wonder, will it end in the same way?

and i’m / on the ledge / while you’re so / goddamn – polite and composed

I don’t want to be missing a heart and a half for Grade 12.

Come back to me…?

Please?

(how do you / stand strong / when all that you wanted / and all that you needed / and all that you tried to support / have fallenfallenfallen / to the ground)

(and there’s love on the floor / crying your heart out / and not yours to cry out / so just pick up the pieces and try to put them back together / again)

House of Awesome~

‘House of Awesome’ by The Whomping Willows

Wrock, go!!!

Yesh, we has Internet immediately! (lol, I hacked some random person’s int and read last night)

My room is big.

My HOUSE is big.

Dayumn, need to get used to waking up to sun and window.

Eww, bookshelves aren’t up yet. And thus, I still have boxes of stuff around meh.

Mr. Snuffles and the Two Pikachus.

Yup, yup, I had two Pikas staring out meh window with ol’ Mr. Snuffles. They guards the house when I’ma not there, yeh?

Annnddddd, dad still hasn’t installed door-lock. OR Geometer Sketchpad. Ewww, gonna fail math and its not even my fault…. (I suck at computerology).

I WANNA UPLOAD PICCIES NOW. NOT LATER. NAAOOOO!!!!