Currently Playing: Taking Back Sunday-Make Damn Sure.
It was nothing. A 2-minute nothing.
it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head. it’s all in my head.
See this is what happens when you let people mess with you. In turn, you tend to end up messing with your mind.
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I can’t believe I had to turn down an offer to watch The Breakfast Club at Soma Auditorium tonight. This weekend’s slogging had better be worth it. If I survive this time next Friday with no anatomical parts missing, mutilated, or severely deficient, then I consider it a blessing.
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Truth be told, I think UIA’s sunsets are the best in all that I’ve borne witness to, but Langkawi sunsets will do.
SubhanAllah.
And Mrs. March said to Jo,
"Don’t let the sun go down on your anger."
Pulau Langkawi,
1st December 2006.
Enough said here.
