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I used to be really into the radio in my middle school years. Then, as I began to listen to more classical music I drifted away. Now I found a station that plays classical music. WDIY. I really do like the station. I hear pieces I've never head of before.
They weren't allowed in my school, yet I wore them anyways. I did a lot of things that went against the dress code at my school. I rarely tucked my shirt in. I did not wear a belt. The thing is...why do they make us follow pointless rules when the greatest writers were known for not following the rules?
Such a strong word. Forgotten. The word itself brings painful memories. Lost. Forgotten. Left alone. Unloved. Alone. I feel the pain in my chest when I really think about the word. Forgotten. The pain is in my chest where my heart is. Forgotten.
The first drink I've ever had. I only had one shot. It was on Cinco de Mayo with a few friends. I'm very lucky to have wonderful friends who I can trust and depend on. Although the shot didn't do anything I am happy I had my friends with me. They are wonderful people.