I've been staying at home a lot recently,
He calls it camping,
She says it's being anti social and lonely,
They seem to think that I feel lonely,
When, I'm really quite content.
There are many seasons in one's life.
And sometimes I need a little alone time,
To think,
To reason,
And to study,
Believe it or not.
It's not that I'm a loner.
Au contraire,
I actually love human companionship,
Honest companionship that is.
But I've got good friends.
And I mean it.
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Been listening to plenty of Dashboard Confessionals recently.
Chris Carabba - Hands Down
My heart is yours to fill or burst
To break or bury
Or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer
The words are hushed
Let's not get busted
Just lay entwined here
Undiscovered
Safe in here from
All those stupid questions
"Hey did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb
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On a brighter note,
For the first time,
We,
The sem 1 futsal team felt good about how we played in the league.
The joy and euphoria of playing a great game,
That feeling of belief in yourself.
I hope you find that feeling for yourself.
Jon.
“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"” - John Clayton Mayer
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