Scratch that.

S P FREAKING M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hastalavista.
I PROMISE I'll post on the 8th.
Straight after exams are OVAHH!

Woohoo,

11 A'S! Be they +'s -'s or just good old plain A's!!!


WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
PUMPED UP AND EXCITEDD!

Not.

I loathe you SPM.

Solace.

I'm not being dramatic. Really.

Every time I hold a guitar, I feel comfortable.

It's solacing. It's my solace.

Relaxation just inundates every inch of my very being. I swear. I feel so, at home.
I just love it.
It makes me so calm.

Every time I feel my shoulders are heavy, I just strum it all away.

It has quickly become a kind of book, where I can just write down all my feelings.
And all of those things I write, they disappear into the guitar. Even I forget them sometimes.
I guess that's what I like about it.
Only it knows, and it can never tell anybody else.
And all it does is listens.
It soothes me, all I need to do is sing my joys my sorrows; and it listens.

I suppose my loving the guitar and piano so much falls under the umbrella of what I really cannot spend a waking (or sleeping in fact) moment without in my mostly but not entirely mundane life.

Music.

I'd live and breathe good music if I could.