loneliness is just a state of mind.
no seriously. i feel so good with my canoe girls. i can always get high with them, even if i just quarrelled with my mum, even if trng sucked.. everyone's just plain crazy, it's like a pre-requisite to joining canoe or sth. :) i love it that we always have hella fun together.
my canoe girls are my pick-me-ups. :)
yknow, i think we're a really tough bunch of people. we'll make it thru to the finals during nats next year, every single one of us, somehow. it's a dream i'll give my all for.
'cause we're green black and white, and as maniacs we'll fight fight and fight.

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Here I am, where I’ve been
I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
And too much weight for walking shoes.
I could have died from being boring.
As for loneliness,
She greets me every morning.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

Here I am, where I’ve been
I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

Something Pretty Patrick Park

this song has no meaning to me whatsoever but the tune just stuck in my head like gum. it's go this lazy sunday feel to it. :)
go to, then; your considerate stone.
7:42 PM
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