:: Sunday, December 14, 2003 ::

My head hurts. I hate the end of term. I already analyse my life enough, and now I have all this spare time...

Get me out of this city. Soon. Please.

I am the breath, going in coming out
I am the breather, but only for now
There is no place where you stop and I start
Get out of your head, get into your heart.

-The Way Out

~song~ The Way Out - Get Out of Your Body

:: Katy 12:52 p.m. [+] :: ::