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Thursday, September 28, 2006 |
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now playing| summer stars
artist| taking back sunday
mood| wishful
"we would hide from passing cars & we'd have the summer stars"
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the cold wind that blows
all the things I used to know,
how could it fade so fast?
never thought you'd be part of my past
would I trade it all again to get you out of my head?
it's been way too long, whether physically or chronologically. a distance this far, a time this long has rendered my heart pumping with anticipation for the coming back of supernova. i don't think i've ever quite felt this way before, it's a little too much for an Eighteen year old - so much so that i've stayed up til 4am in the morning just to type til here. even though i'm dead tired, & i no longer am able to think sanely anymore.
reason? more than weariness, i've lost my cupcakes. what?
i've been training so much these few days that my arms and legs feels like they might turn black and fall off anytime due to the extreme pressure exerted. but it was good, because of the goals we set a few weeks back - & i'm beginning to feel the adrenaline, the desire to achieve it more. it's the only thing that's fueling me now, other than my team mates, of course.
i have nothing much to say today, because all my inspiration seems so far away, across seas, further than the usual East Coast.
& not a million fights could make me hate you, it's true. it's in your eyes that i find peace.
12:35 AM
