Wednesday, March 14

When not to do French homework

At 12:15am. After having had a fairly full day running on two or three hours of sleep. Especially if you're meant to understand and summarise a challenging enough but not too complicated piece of writing. My head. It can barely compute English.

And that is another brilliant piece of advice from Sarah.

Oh, and don't go Facebook stalking people whilst in the middle of homework. Creates unproductivity. Yeah. That's a word.

Untouchable like a distant diamond sky. I'm reaching out, but I just can't tell you why. I'm caught up in you. I'm caught up in you. Untouchable, burning brighter than the sun, and when you're close I feel like coming undone. In the middle of the night, when I'm in this dream. It's like a million little stars spelling out your name. You gotta come on, come on, say that we'll be together. Come on, come on. A little taste of heaven. 

Taylor Swift was great. Ahhhhhh. Yeah.


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