It's time to begin, isn't it?
12 years ago
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I wish I could save her in some sort of time machine...
How far is a mile? How far will one tredge to see another soul? What is the worth of money? Why are we all obsessed with talent? How often am I going to get to talk to him? What did I dream about last night? How often to people cry out for attention? What does it feel like to float? How often do we need to breath a day? How long is this going to last? What day is today? Will I be able to sing well tommorow? What day does break start? How screwed am I for all of my classes? How cold is it outside? When will I get to go for a walk next? When will I get to see him again? What do people think about me now? Why does anyone think about anyone at all? Do we have homework in Trombly's class? Does Trombly like or dislike me? What do people really covet most? How many people at Churchill share my birthday? How old was I when you were born? How long can I sleep without waking up at all? How did things go today?
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5280 ft.
To the ends of the earth.
It is not the worth of the money, but the worth of what the money is intended to purchase.
Only because we want what we don't have, and are constantly attempting to prove ourselves.
I can't answer these next two.
Every day.
I'd imagine it'd be very much like being a cloud.
As many times as it takes to stay stable.
Not much longer, I hope.
Wednesday.
Not if you can't today. It takes time.
Tuesday.
Depends on how hard you're willing to work.
Very, very cold. Cold enough to be slightly disheartening.
When you most need to think, I expect.
I don't know.
I can only answer for myself, and I'm sure that's not the answer you're looking for.
This question is so vague. There are so many ways to answer, but I suppose I'll leave at this: We see only what we want to see.
Only the rough draft.
I suspect she likes you.
Only that which he or she cannot have.
I know someone who can find out for you.
41 days old.
For eternity.
Crushingly and defeatingly mundane.
sahana stole my answers D:
But it's okay. You had to figure that by asking all those Questions, someone was going to answer them all.
eh. idk if anything is going to come of it. lots of things have changed since i posted that comment. but his name's neil. he's a sweetheart.
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