lundi, septembre 12
four tests tomorrow, seven periods worth, three hundred and fifteen minutes altogether. physics, econs, gp and chemistry (in this order). die die die and die (not in order).
was feeling pmsy again so i gobbled down a bar of toblerone without really tasting anything.
IT IS ALWAYS STUCK AT MY THROAT. i wish i could purge it out. (in case anyone was wondering, this has no reference to bulimia whatsoever.)
and i don't want the world to see me
cos i don't think that they'd understand
when everything's made to be broken
i just want you to know who i am
and you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
or the moments of truth in your lies
when everything feels like the movies
yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
was feeling pmsy again so i gobbled down a bar of toblerone without really tasting anything.
IT IS ALWAYS STUCK AT MY THROAT. i wish i could purge it out. (in case anyone was wondering, this has no reference to bulimia whatsoever.)
and i don't want the world to see mecos i don't think that they'd understand
when everything's made to be broken
i just want you to know who i am
and you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
or the moments of truth in your lies
when everything feels like the movies
yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
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