Pah-shaw
September 18th, 2006 at 3:48 PM — ♥[3]
Duuuuuude. I’m totally talking to Mr. Ahl right now. He’s awesome, yo. Haha.
Art club tomorrow, bitchessss. <3
‘Cause you’re talking to the treasurer. *Points to self*
Kay then. School has been pretty good, besides my fucking allergies and drama. I can’t wait until I can leave the aura of stupidity that surrounds West Babylon. I’ll finally be able to breathe air with slight intelligence in it.
Marilyn, if you get a chance to read this at all. I miss you so much. Probably more than anyone else [Besides Mike] and I really wish we could hang out. Everyday while walking through school little details here and there, conversations, and certain people remind me of times we spent together. I really wish you were here. So this is for you:
“So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail
A smile from a veil
Do you think you can tell
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage
How I wish
How I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here”
Wish You Were Here – Pink Floyd
Lonely,
Katie
