Films, and such.

listening to: How Come You Don't Call Me by Alicia Keys

won't you call me sometimes.

before i start off, thank you jan. for the nice tags. and for the advice.

and can someone from 4/6, please organise something. at least, for one last time, just to end things off right.

anyway, im more lost than ever, now. haha. yeah, it's the whole cj versus nyjc thing. im leaving alot behind in cj. friends and a good history department. ahhh. this is seriously bad. i need to get this sorted out.

im fucking breaking down, you hear me. oasis is ripping my heart out.

maybe i don't really want to know
how your garden grows
i just want to fly
lately did you ever feel the pain
in the morning rain
as it soaks it to the bone

- live forever, oasis

sighs, i don't want to go for training. come wednesday, whose side am I on?

all i really want to do is to go to a nice shady spot and watch the sunset, drinking a proper drink. isn't that what the holidays are for. and talk, my gosh. i need to talk.

im sad, yes i am. i want to be happy, i really want to. and it's frustrating.

if you feel discouraged,
and there's a lack of colour here.

-lack of colour, death cab for cutie.