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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Friday, July 17, 2009 @ 4:01 AM

&so I lie here, in my comfy bed, in the dark. Waiting as seconds tick by, waiting for the crack of dawn. Peering out of the window every now and then, hoping that the sun has risen, because for some reason, I can't get to sleep tonight, and I don't know why. Stupid as it sounds, -the sun won't rise for about another 2 hours- I can't help but wait.

School in 3h time. I should start making an effort I guess. But with all the deceit, how can I?

A few things to look forward to this weekend, will update tomorrow morning, or rather, later, if I can. Otherwise, when I'm home from school :)


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