I'm starting to believe that bumping into the number 44 represents something; like its trying to say something.
Just read someone's blog like 30 seconds ago. It was so sad and depressing that I almsot hurled. Cannot take this anymore. I shouldn't anyway.
Things aren't going very well )=
"Sun rays come down as seen when they hit the ground, Children spinning around till they fall down down down. I wait for you: it's been two hours now. You're still somewhere in town. Your dinners getting cold. I rest my case you are always this late. And you know how much I hate waiting around 'round 'round. Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside. Bitter heart, bitter heart. Shadows will help you try to hide. Bitter heart, my bitter heart is gettin' just a little fragile. Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine. And then you come and tell me the same reason as you did yesterday. So tell me whats her name. Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside. Bitter heart, bitter heart shadows will help you try to hide. Bitter heart, my bitter heart is just getting a little fragile. Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine."
That does not represent how I feel. This probably does:
"Sirens ring, the shots ring out. A stranger cries, screams out loud. I had my world strapped against my back. I held my hands, never knew how to act. And the same black line that was drawn on you. Was drawn on me. And now it's drawn me in. 6th Avenue heartache. Below me was a homeless man. I'm singin' songs I knew complete. On the steps alone, his guitar in hand. It's fifty years, stood where he stands. Now walkin' home on those streets. The river winds move my feet. Subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams. They stood by me, just like moonbeams. Look out the window, down upon that street. And gone like a midnight was that man. But I see his six strings laid against that wall. And all his things, they all look so small. I got my fingers crossed on a shooting star. Just like me-just moved on"
And this: Zee Avi's Is This The End.
I know, so cliched. (=
OH well.
Must remember to call Emmmeettt Lim tomorrow. I hope you're doing okay.
Just read someone's blog like 30 seconds ago. It was so sad and depressing that I almsot hurled. Cannot take this anymore. I shouldn't anyway.
Things aren't going very well )=
"Sun rays come down as seen when they hit the ground, Children spinning around till they fall down down down. I wait for you: it's been two hours now. You're still somewhere in town. Your dinners getting cold. I rest my case you are always this late. And you know how much I hate waiting around 'round 'round. Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside. Bitter heart, bitter heart. Shadows will help you try to hide. Bitter heart, my bitter heart is gettin' just a little fragile. Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine. And then you come and tell me the same reason as you did yesterday. So tell me whats her name. Bitter heart, bitter heart tries to keep it all inside. Bitter heart, bitter heart shadows will help you try to hide. Bitter heart, my bitter heart is just getting a little fragile. Bitter heart, bitter heart of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine, of mine."
That does not represent how I feel. This probably does:
"Sirens ring, the shots ring out. A stranger cries, screams out loud. I had my world strapped against my back. I held my hands, never knew how to act. And the same black line that was drawn on you. Was drawn on me. And now it's drawn me in. 6th Avenue heartache. Below me was a homeless man. I'm singin' songs I knew complete. On the steps alone, his guitar in hand. It's fifty years, stood where he stands. Now walkin' home on those streets. The river winds move my feet. Subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams. They stood by me, just like moonbeams. Look out the window, down upon that street. And gone like a midnight was that man. But I see his six strings laid against that wall. And all his things, they all look so small. I got my fingers crossed on a shooting star. Just like me-just moved on"
And this: Zee Avi's Is This The End.
I know, so cliched. (=
OH well.
Must remember to call Emmmeettt Lim tomorrow. I hope you're doing okay.
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