have been quite an interesting day. swimming in the morning. Wall-e and Jack's place in the afternoon and then Munich at night. Munich by the way is really one hell of a show. and Wall-e isn't bad either. so having watched aplenty bad films, today was quite a good day.
'My fingernails keep growing, do i stop trimming them'
Damn i need to control my temper. And i need a personal workspace. Just had a small arguement with my parents cos i wasn't happy with them trying to talk to me while i was doing stuff. I mean this happens far too often. Weekly scenario. I come back from camp with a whole week load of stuff i need to do. Things that requires the com. Things that require me to sit down and think without any interruptions. Things that require me to shut off everything else. I know I haven't been around for a week and I know we need to have time sometime. And mayb It's me ignoring what's closest and dearest to me for they are so close. But yeah. feeling suffocated man. I need space. more space than many and maybe that's cos i dunno bout them. But yeah. I really need a breather away from everything. But this again posts a dillemma. For space and quietness broods emo and that's something i'm trying to get away from right now. And so i keep myself busy. And so to my parents, If you guys truly care, and I know you do, especially mum, about what have happened 2 months ago, please, let it be, ask no more questions about it, and leave me be. I thank you for your efforts and kindness, and I'm sorry, but just give me some space won't ya? Can't take any of this any much more.
Got on board a westbound seven-forty-seven
Didn't think before deciding what to do
All that talk of opportunities
TV breaks and movies
Rang true, sure rang true
Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But, girl, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours
Out of work, I'm out of my head
Out of self-respect, I'm out of bread
I'm underloved, I'm underfed
I wanna go home
It never rains in California
But, girl, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours
Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it
Had offers but don't know which one to take
Please, don't tell them how you found me
Don't tell them how you found me
Gimme a break, gimme a break
Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But, girl, don't they warn ya
It pours, man, it pours
'Gimme a break, Gimme a break'
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