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and if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills...

it snowed. and school was once again canceled. i am torn between joy and disappointment. i really dont want to make up all these days at all. seniors traditionally are done by the third week of may. if i have to go to school in june, heads will roll....

on the bright side, i think i've eaten everything in the house, so no worries about eating too much today.

i really hate the snow a lot. but today i ventured off to play in it a bit. i then retreated back into my dining room with some chai and my spanish book because apparently my spanish teacher thought it'd be cool to assign homework via the internet when we don't even have school.

if winter ends by bright eyes
i dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart.
with heat to melt these frozen tears and burned with reasons
as to carry on.
into these twisted months i plunge without a light to follow
but i swear that i would follow anything
just get me out of here.

and so you get six months to adapt
and you get two more to leave town.
in the event that you do adapt, we still might not want you around.
and i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
but i know that's impossible now.

and so i drink to stay warm
and to kill selected memories
because i just can’t think anymore about that or about her tonight
and i give myself three days to feel better
or else i swear i'm driving off a fucking cliff
because if i can’t learn to make myself feel better
then how can i expect anyone else to give a shit
and i scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere
just get me past this dead and eternal snow

because i swear that i am dying, slowly but its happening
so if there is a perfect spring that’s waiting somewhere
just take me there and lie to me and say it’s going to be alright
its going to be alright, yeah you worry too much kid,
its going to be alright.

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ode to my christmas tree (we threw it out the second story window the other day):
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one of the beautiful flowers that lauren brought me the night of my accident - 20 days old and going strong!:
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