sigh...

I feel like I only write in here when I don't want to be doing the things that I really should be doing aka homework, reading, etc. 

It's a lovely continuous cycle of school, eat, homework, breathe, volunteer, and sleep.

What happened to just being able to relax?

I suppose that isn't plausible in this world that we live in.

Ah thank you to the people who keep me sane :)

buona notte,

jta

je t'aime

The real trouble with my sarcasm is that half of the time when people think I'm being sarcastic, I'm being genuinely sincere.

There's a story behind everything.

How a picture got on a wall, how a scar got on our face.

Sometimes the stories are simple,

& sometimes, they are hard & heartbreaking.

ciao,

jta