It should be kept to just playing and reading music, not writing 500 friggin' essays on the stylistic features of the piece that make it a typical romantic composition.
Who the fuck cares?
I certainly don't.
*sighs*
The life of a teenager is unexplicably hard. You wouldn't think it, but it is. All we want to do is laze about, or go out and party, but if we want to get anywhere in life we have to work.
I've thought about writing a long running blog story, maybe updating it every week.
Then it doesn't seem as daunting as writing a book. Which one day, I
But tune in next time for that folks ^___^
Ah, look at the sun. I want to go and bask in it's warmth.
Peace. No love today.
xxx
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