Chris - faith?
currently playing song : Start the Machine, Angels and Airwaves,Photobooth, Death Cab for Cutie
i couldnt be bothered that no one has faith in me, i dun really care,
ah hell, who am i kidding, im not an self sufficient island, it does.. suck, that even my friends think i will fail my fyp, i can act like i dun care, but seriously, it sucks that even your friends have no hope in you too, lecturers i couldnt be bothered,
maybe being the life of a designer is lonely after all,
all glamor and skills-broadcasting,
but you may not really have friends after all,
but on the other hand, i have great friends,
and every friend is entitled to their doubts,
every friend is entitled to making speculations with too little evidence to back them up
real friends would be worried for you,
but its alright,
nothing else matters, other than end results
the process is what shape all of us,
but its the end results that decide our future,
im almost done, with my stuff to present tml,
its hectic, can be done, but hectic,
ah well, 2 more weeks,
and im starrting to really love 3d, its fun, simple,
when you want it to do something, you do it, and it works,
unlike coding, i still hate coding,
u can do everything right, but if one little LETTER or COMMA is out
totally screwed, so i'll take animation over coding anyday
on the other hand, i should have done a video FYP as well, might be easier,
lol..overnighting next week, again, in school, just to do animation
hardcore-ing animation tml, after interim
I remember when the days were long,
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling, the childish fits, and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double-speak
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean
Anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will put your hard heart away.
You were so condescending...
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true,
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well, I lost track, and then those words were said.
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed.
Soon we woke and I walked you home,
And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
As the alcohol drained the days.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes.
So pack a change of clothes, 'cause it's time to move on.
//did all this start because of me?
posted by .jagged @ 11:33 AM
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