Kind of Like Spitting: Afraid of Crushes
Today made eight years without my dad. Usually this day is the hardest day of the year. Being productive and having good feedback made me not think it about as much. No doubt, it gets easier but the pain will never go away.
I got great feedback on my bike culture final. No one had anything bad to say which was really awesome considering most of the class had bad criticism on other students' pieces.
Clicking with the male gender is frightening. I'll tread slowly I suppose.
The way your hair fell across your eyes spoiled my plans to never fall again. And when in vain I said so plain, that I could love, love that face hold those hands, love that place, make big plans. She almost cried. And is it alright if I bury myself in your charms? And is it alright if I swear to you without a sound? How odd behaved in situations like these, I can't believe that I'm here I can't believe that you'd care. And if or rather when it all goes wrong will I retain any dignity at all? Unlike the last one under a cold sun. Unlike the last one. I almost died. Is it alright if I bury myself in your charms? And is it alright if if swear to you without a sound?
Today made eight years without my dad. Usually this day is the hardest day of the year. Being productive and having good feedback made me not think it about as much. No doubt, it gets easier but the pain will never go away.
I got great feedback on my bike culture final. No one had anything bad to say which was really awesome considering most of the class had bad criticism on other students' pieces.
Clicking with the male gender is frightening. I'll tread slowly I suppose.
The way your hair fell across your eyes spoiled my plans to never fall again. And when in vain I said so plain, that I could love, love that face hold those hands, love that place, make big plans. She almost cried. And is it alright if I bury myself in your charms? And is it alright if I swear to you without a sound? How odd behaved in situations like these, I can't believe that I'm here I can't believe that you'd care. And if or rather when it all goes wrong will I retain any dignity at all? Unlike the last one under a cold sun. Unlike the last one. I almost died. Is it alright if I bury myself in your charms? And is it alright if if swear to you without a sound?
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