ok, so im back at blogging after one whole year. im lousy at blogging, so sue me.
anyways, i started again because of mounting pressure i've been receiveing lately and i really need somwhere to siphon off all this blind stress...
lately everyone's been breathing down my neck and claustrophobia is getting to me.
goodness. now i know how Dracula feels, plus these four walls are not getting any friendlier.
my marks are staggering on the edge of mediocre and i'm getting torn apart between my two commitments(nuff said) which demand my complete attention. i need a miracle to help me through term 2 now. RIP march holidays.
Unwritten(extract) Natasha Bedingfield
I break tradition, sometimes my tries are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still
Unwritten
Very nicely-put and poetic, Natasha.