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Piña Colada, lalalala... Piña Colada, Piña Colada... *slurp*

I'm so glad I finally found out the right mixture.

At the Copa, Copa Cabana... music and passion were always the fashion at the Cooooopa... they fell in love... lalalala...

Okay, I had a couple of glass of red wine (French, 1998, splendid year), 3 Piña Coladas and now I'll guess I'll settle for a beer. Gotta feel better eventually.

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God, I didn't sleep again tonight! What the hell is wrong with me? I'm feeling like I had been dipped in curd cheese or something. I'm tired... and sick. I'm not feeling too well. I wish that wasn't the case, because then I don't want to write or draw or do anything and I just end up feeling useless and depressed. Tried a bit of reverse psychology, psyching myself up to make myself feel better. Can't say that it helped much. *sighs*

I really wish I could draw better. I want to illustrate my HP series. That would be nice. But I'm a failure. Empty...

*snoooooooore* Great, now I'm tired and it's almost noon. Sheesh. And then I'll go to bed at 3 AM again, just to wake up at 6 and feel wide awake! Grrrrrr...

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Ah... ok. I'm finally waking up. Less dazed. That's good. Just got my bank card for the new account I've opened. That's a tremendously exhilarating feeling. Independence...

Cry (if you want to)

Cry if you want to
I won't tell you not to
I won't try to cheer you up
I'll just be here if you want meIt's no use in keeping a stiff upper lip
You could weep, you could sleep, you could loosen your grip
You could frown, you could drown and go down with the shipYou can cry if you want toDon't ever apologize, venting your pain
It's something to me you don't need to explain
I don't need to know why, I don't think it's insaneYou can cry if you want toWell, the windows are closed, and the neighbors aren't home
If it's better with me than to do it alone
I'll draw all the curtains and unplug the phoneYou can cry if you want toYou can stare at the ceiling and tear at your hair
Swallow your feelings and stagger and swear
Show things and throw things and I wouldn't careYou can cry if you want toWell, I won't make fun of you, I won't tell anyone
I won't analyze what you do or you should have done
I won't advise you to go and have funYou can cry if you want toWell, it's empty and it's ugly and it's terribly sad
I can't feel what you feel, but I know it feels bad
I know that it's real and it makes you so mad
You could cry...Cry if you want to
I won't tell you not to
I won't try to cheer you up
I'll just be here if you want me to be near you

I wish somebody'd say this to me...