What does it matter I own his ass at grades? He's got way more common sense than me, and a much better idea of life. He's generous, he's gracious, he's a gentleman. I need to live like I've only got a year, and really when you think about it I could die anytime so it might as well be on a happy note.
I refuse to say I have bad luck, and that's not just superstition.
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My tears are not an indication of my sadness;
they tell you how much my subconscious thinks I should be pitied.
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Yell at me if I try to do something the easy way. I wonder where all my will has gone.
And please, lao tian ye, leave supp papers out of my life.
(Though I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if I have to do one.)
1 comment:
everyone's better than someone else at something.
just happens you own him at grades.
sure there're other things you're good at, there are.
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