We had course selection today in school for next year.
I dunno what I'm gonna take.
I think Gaia hates my journal; it has been exempting some of my entries.
:/ Ghey.
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Softly, now..
When I was a little boy, I dreamed of a star.
The sun and the moon.
The sky and the water.
Tomorrow is a bleeding memory in a collapsing boat we'll never rise from.
The sun and the moon.
The sky and the water.
Tomorrow is a bleeding memory in a collapsing boat we'll never rise from.