by Airz » Mon Mar 01, 2010 12:31 pm
I am VERY irked at my mother right now. I love her dearly, with all my heart, but she asks me way too many personal questions and whenever I says, "Mom, you really are getting a little too personal, I can handle [whateveritis] on my own," she gets so mad as if I just kicked her in the shin and cursed her. I just don't want her trying to live my life, and I just... BLARGAH.
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me
I read the news today, oh, boy. Four-thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire, and though the holes were rather small, they had to count them all. Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me, shine until tomorrow, let it be
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