sometimes I'm shot
sometimes I don't know how much more I got
maybe I'm headed over the hill
maybe I've set myself up for the kill
tell me, how much do you think you can take
until the heart in you's starting to break?
sometimes it feels like it will.
It's snowing. I am sad that my camera is no good and therefore it cannot be seen that the snow has not stopped, but is still falling slowly and quietly. Snow always seems to mute the world.
I guess it's supposed to last until Thursday. DJ and I will have to leave for school earlier than usual tomorrow.
Dear heart,
Please stop trying to rip your way through my chest (and also my tear ducts).
Yours,
Shannon
Schubaby sans cone. Aw, Schubaby.
The scene in the kitchen. Jman attempting to not be a silhouette, Mom pulling an apple pie from the oven.
Aw. Laura. I just discovered this on my camera.
So in conclusion, I don't think I could care any less about polymer at this point and it's a little bit worrying to me.
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