An insolence of demeanor

Midsummer's first light
gently touches
upon the dawning horizon,
illuminating sparkles


You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real.
The truth hurts
and lies worse
How can I give more

So much for prom.
Tickets are out people.
Go check it out. :)

I'm currently on the second chapter of sejarah notes.
I'm dead.
He's gonna wring the air out of me.

*shrieks!*
See, procrastination will do you no good.
Mid-terms are next week.
*shrieks*... again.
Then *faints* .