I didn't know I had to go this far, only to be consumed in the guilt of an action that was never truly thought of well enough. I should have written my message in the pavement, keep it an anonymous vandal that nobody will ever take seriously. Someday, it might be either just a memory, or it might be the best love story ever told. I am taking a risk, a chance on something that might be something else, and truth be told, I'd rather escape by any means possible. This is not bliss.
I have five more months of having not so much to do, and nothing else in my spare time. I seriously wish I brought my keyboard along, but then again, no. Nothing to do but think. This is not good. I need some kind of hobby, a distraction, a fling? Meh. I've only so much but clarity. I'm living my life, and i'm making it work by what means? I want to be busy, and two subjects ain't gonna do that. Responsibility is such a chore, and something I've imposed on myself only so many times.
--update--
Enrolled. Check
Paid for the pad. Check
Started to jog. Unchecked
Inquired about piano lessons. Check
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I need things done.
Aside from that, I seriously need to forget faster, and you're not helping.
--update--
Okay, so.. Yeah, forgetting would be easier because of certain recent events. Getting attached will get me nowhere. Psh.
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Would I be wise enough to let him go?
Or better yet, Would you be wise enough to let me go?
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