black rose poetry

everyone calls me a goth, but that come no where near to explaining what i really am. i have no classification, no direction; i am not original, i am myself, i do what i do, i write what i know, i experience what i want and i believe....

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Christmas Break

Jingle Bells batman smells.....something rather else....and so on and so on...isn't it great to be on christmas break...only half a year until senior year...and then one more year-and look out world here we come! Merry Christmas luves

4 Comments:

At 3:34 PM, Blogger Em said...

It's so scary! only 1 1/2 years! Yarghhh...

 
At 11:47 AM, Blogger blackandwhite said...

i feel as though i don't want to grow up or move on, but at the same time i do...

 
At 7:46 AM, Blogger Em said...

Yeah, exactly.

 
At 1:17 PM, Blogger blackandwhite said...

tears are a coming....

 

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