Yes, those are song lyrics. They also mirror exactly what I feel these days. I'm desperate and confused, though not for the same reasons Maroon 5 was.
And here's something you all should read.
Also, I love my History teacher. He's possibly the coolest above-60-year-old-guy(?) person I've ever met.
I FUCKING LOVE THE BEACH, I WISH I COULD LIVE THERE, DAMMIT.
I miss Chicago so so SO much, it's just not funny anymore. Not that it was ever very funny, but you know? I miss walking home from school and snow and living next to a K-mart, and 7-11 Slurpees and the best friend that I have added on Facebook but am too fucking scared to talk to because she's a model for Hollister and goes to UIC, and seems to have everything so together, while I have absolutely NO idea where I'll be this time next year.
I keep getting these letters from universities and my Dad gets all excited, asking me what they're saying and I hate shrugging and mumbling something more or less incoherent and changing the subject, because they're NOT acceptances(Nor are they rejections JUST SO YOU KNOW, they're just 'Hey man, we haven't taken a decision on your application yet, but look at this, look what we got! Like it? Eh? Eh? LIKE IT?' IT'S LOVELY BITCHES, NOW HOW ABOUT AN OFFER?).
I hate when people go EF EM EL, EF EM EL, over choti choti batein but abhi, FML seems about right.
Also, I just noticed how my posts repeat at the end, anyone know how I can fix that?