Sunday, February 8, 2009

p-sha

High school. Oh the joys.
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Need I say more?


Tuesday, January 20, 2009

These days I can't seem to find the differences between life and dreams. It feels like I'm floating. I can't understand how people go so slow, when there is so much to be learned. So much I feel I need to know, and time seems to be speeding up. Yet I sit, yet I waste my time on silly drawings and fantasy's of a perfect world. Of being famous, and having a perfect life. But perhaps these "silly" things we do are what keeps us alive. Is it what feeds us? What keeps the hope in our world? It makes sense, it explains the bad things that happen. 

Will we be searching for the answer forever?