the world hangs from harp strings

first day of school. ewe. 

and of corse, i would be late. 

with myself always primping and whatnot 

but for some reason, during english i think,

all my depression came flooding back

it was so weird

like all of a sudden i was like damn.

this sucks hardcore. 

and i started to mentally write poetry

and some were rather good.

but i can't remember them 

i am only creative when i am depressed

and thats just wrong...not cool. 

and i am also suddenly into indie. a lot haha

mostly because the lyrics are really good:)

like electric president, whom i discovered by a blog haha

you should check them out. see john

im not just into bloodlust roars 

and as for the title, i must put out there,

my friend rebecca plays the harp

i find it amazing:)