Educational monotony, yes it is a lie. Learning where things are supposed to be is not something I wish to partake in. Monotony, monotony, monotony. Yet education is wealth.
I arrive home; there are strangers in my house. The ill-feeling this creates dis-heartens me, but what to do?
The girl inspires me more, I wish we could be friends, such an insight! I feel compelled to read what she reads, watch what she watches and listen to what she listens to. Independent, strong, beautiful, insightful; oh how the list could go on!
JR is persistent, I am not sure how to let the poor girl know without ill-feeling, but gosh girl! you don't know me.
My friend [although out relationship is ambiguous] is providing my musical interest. She is friends with me after just turning up one day; she now dates a semi-friend of mine.
The baby woke up crying in my room, I wanted to soothe it and let it know everything was ok, but who am I to be responsible when the grandparents are entrusted with such cares, why I am just a adolescent boy with a caring edge.
P&L, A-K O. x
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