don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for,
i can't help it - there's nothin' i want more.
ya know it's true;
everything i do - i do it for you.
- bryan adams

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before you know it,
its already noon on this saturday.
and what have i done? nothing.

a week that got me thinking,
got me shivering at prospects and sinking at losses.
this promise that i made to myself takes balls to carry it through,
but it appears so much easier on paper.

i want to eat, i want to sleep,
and i regret it all.
oh bull shit, this is the ten minutes i'm allowing to mope about myself.

using a new scent on my last night really confused me.
i found myself very lost in terms of personality,
i kept snatching whiffs of it and wondering if it was me or someone else.
its hard to explain what it feels like,
but it almost felt like i didnt belong in this skin.
involuntary reflex or conscious thinking, i wasnt even sure.
it feels different, but i dont know if i like this change.

i dont like how my life works out with these pockets of spaces.

sunday: work
monday: school, ajchoir concert
tuesday: school, kelly clarkson concert
wednesday: school, schoolwork
thursday: school
friday: closing at usq
saturday: labour day aka nothing
sunday: schoolwork

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