Paper bags and plastic hearts
All are belongings in shopping carts
It's goodbye
But we got one more night
Let's get drunk and ride around
And make peace with an empty town
We can make it right
Tonight will change our lives
It's so good to be by your side
We'll cry
But we won't give up the fight
We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs
And they'll think it's just cause we're young
And we'll feel so alive
All of the wasted time
The hours that were left behind
The answers that we'll never find
(coughAlgebracough)
They don't mean a thing tonight
Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make We've made the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway
Watch it burn
Let it die
'Cause we are finally free tonight
There are a couple of things I'm sure about though. I will never throw it away. I'll never forget yesterday. All those wasted time, hours that were left behind, answers that we'll never find: they
do mean a thing. And although this year was a long, exhausting, hellhole of a year, there were still the ups of the twisted roller coaster of a year that is Sophomore year. The people who were at your side, the people who held your hand when you were scared, the people who screamed along with you, the people who loved you, the people who laughed, cried, and did both at the same time with you: They made you stronger and shook you to your core. They helped you grow from your innocent little selves fresh from first year into the battered, exhausted, yet wiser and more mature post-Sophomores you are today. They made second year worth all the nauseous twists and turns.
>:D<
5th-Dec-2007 10:06 pm
"I now believe that when you slave your butt off to achieve something, to the point that other important things backfire, you will never ever regret it.
When you really really really want something, and you work INSANELY hard to get it, you won't be left empty handed.
It won't be easy. As a matter of fact, it'll be hell. But it'll all. Be worth it. In the end.
I've avoided asking myself what the hell I've been doing with my life. I've stopped wondering why the hell I'm in Pisay. I just try. Try. To reach for whatever I've been reaching for these past 14 years. And it doesn't matter whether I grab onto it or not. That's why there are four years of high school. It takes patience, and perseverance. And sweat. And blood. And effing tears. It'll seem useless. A waste of time. Your childhood flushed down the drain.
But it won't be. It truly won't be worthless.
The world isn't pretty. And I don't regret being taught that at an early age. Well, I sometimes do. But there's still that light. At the end... yes I know. CHEESY. There's that light at the end of the tunnel. This dark, twisty, murky, hellhole of a tunnel. And that light. That light is what keeps me going. It's what keeps all of us going.
It'll all be worth it. It has to be."
And guess what? It was. :)
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