Im of course refering to my all consuming crush,
He Who Must Not Be Named (get it? because he was in a harry potter movie? and was killed by Voldemort? you know? no? you KNOW that you know)
Besides that, soon is the end of year. I am proud of myself for the achievments and maturity I have gathered, yet there is always space for more.
Ambushed by thoughts I have no idea where to begin to write this post down, so I won't.
This won't make sense and its not suppose to. Its like freewriting, and my muse is piano music.
I find it weird, considering im a teenager and all, to listen to piano. Its soothingness is unbelievably relaxing condra the modern rash and quick strides.
I again wish for some sort of musical talent yet again lacking the guts or time or money or effort to do something about it.
Music is like my porn. I listen to it daily, consuming till the climax.
Bet you didn't hear that one, did you?
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