Pas trop tard

Wishful thinking. I had it all planned out. We were going to be wonderful


(and I said)

wonderful


(and they said)

I don't actually know that song.

Well, school is almost done. What else is there to say? I still don't really know where I'll be in...3...months time. Well, I do. But I'm hoping that maybe I don't know it yet. I guess I don't give good first impressions. Or none of them had to ever suffer through Grade 10 Piano. Oh well. I'm still content. Contentedly upset. Flowers. Green. Flowers, green and rain. Repeat it, like a mantra.
(Also, by myself).
(And I don't remember how to make friends.)


And a song, someone sings...