"Living is simple"
"Living is simple,
It's gravity,
Gravity isn't so hard,
Living is simple,
It's entropy,
Entropy, falling apart,
I'm falling apart again.
Living is simple,
And breathing is easy,
It's easy to do,
Living is simple,
And losing is easy.
I'm losing my cool,
I'm losing my cool again."
Switchfoot. My grades are rather low, I'm pretty much struggling to not fail the classes I want to keep. My schedule changes next semester as well. It's not that I am having trouble in the classes, it's just that I'm not doing homework. I know I should, but I don't have the will to do it as I used to, there's no flare. I could even be interested in the stuff and it would be the same. Finals are next week, 20% of my grade in each class. They shouldn't be that hard, only about 200 questions on each one. I study with the neighbor tomorrow. Because my grades are so low, they think something's wrong with me, emotionally. The neighbor told me I was hiding something and that I should tell someone. Okay, maybe I am hiding something, something is wrong to. Btu sadly enough. I don't know what it is. I should be happy, I'm in better conditions than before. Yet for some reason the only reason I can be happy is to bluff. Call a fake of the cards, fake it. Whatever term I must use, I just want to know what ti is that is eating away at me. The neighbor will probably try to get something out of me. she also said I could change schools if I wanted to. But I'm not going to, I have made a few freinds I would rather not leave. Well, there goes my ranting for the day. Oh, and I don't tend to open up and ask many people about things, only because I happen to be the one always asked while no one will listen to what I have to say. Ciao.
" ' All will be made well,
Will be made well,
Will be made well,
Will be well.'
Is this fiction?
Is this fiction?
Hope has given himself to the worst,
Is this fiction or divine comedy?
Where the last of the last finish first,
Living is simple.
Living is dying,
Your mercy, Your mercy,
Is how I believe,
Living is dying,
I can't understand it,
I'm down on my knees,
Confessing my needs again.
I've had my choices,
I've chosen today,
I've had my choices,
The choices remain."
It's gravity,
Gravity isn't so hard,
Living is simple,
It's entropy,
Entropy, falling apart,
I'm falling apart again.
Living is simple,
And breathing is easy,
It's easy to do,
Living is simple,
And losing is easy.
I'm losing my cool,
I'm losing my cool again."
Switchfoot. My grades are rather low, I'm pretty much struggling to not fail the classes I want to keep. My schedule changes next semester as well. It's not that I am having trouble in the classes, it's just that I'm not doing homework. I know I should, but I don't have the will to do it as I used to, there's no flare. I could even be interested in the stuff and it would be the same. Finals are next week, 20% of my grade in each class. They shouldn't be that hard, only about 200 questions on each one. I study with the neighbor tomorrow. Because my grades are so low, they think something's wrong with me, emotionally. The neighbor told me I was hiding something and that I should tell someone. Okay, maybe I am hiding something, something is wrong to. Btu sadly enough. I don't know what it is. I should be happy, I'm in better conditions than before. Yet for some reason the only reason I can be happy is to bluff. Call a fake of the cards, fake it. Whatever term I must use, I just want to know what ti is that is eating away at me. The neighbor will probably try to get something out of me. she also said I could change schools if I wanted to. But I'm not going to, I have made a few freinds I would rather not leave. Well, there goes my ranting for the day. Oh, and I don't tend to open up and ask many people about things, only because I happen to be the one always asked while no one will listen to what I have to say. Ciao.
" ' All will be made well,
Will be made well,
Will be made well,
Will be well.'
Is this fiction?
Is this fiction?
Hope has given himself to the worst,
Is this fiction or divine comedy?
Where the last of the last finish first,
Living is simple.
Living is dying,
Your mercy, Your mercy,
Is how I believe,
Living is dying,
I can't understand it,
I'm down on my knees,
Confessing my needs again.
I've had my choices,
I've chosen today,
I've had my choices,
The choices remain."
posted by Whisper at Friday, December 09, 2005
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