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I don't get to use late start Wednesdays to my full advantage. Nope, instead, I have to be at school the same time I am every other day. While other students get those two lovely...extra... /hours/. Instead, I must perform with the other actors and actresses in the Drama Club's play during school. Mwee, I get to skip school, so that's a plus. But still, extra sleep.... -Pine.-
At the moment, though, my parents are invoking a one-sided battle. Well, my Mom induced it, and then my Dad took one perspective, joined it, and didn't bother to ask 'why' about anything. Which leads me to thinking that no one ever asks "Why?" anymore.
Why do you feel this way? Why are you interested in this type of music? Why do you draw the things you do? Why do you love the internet so much? Why do you react that way? Why aren't you in a good mood? Why are you happy? Why do you do this? Why do you do that?
Nope, hardly ever asked. It's sad, I think, because simple questions like that could reveal reasonable explanations, and even hidden secrets. It'd save so many arguments, bring better understanding, and perhaps strengthen bonds. But anyway, just another thing the world is lacking these days.
The one question I asked in my dream last night, which shall be explained in another entry, was:
"What happens when angels bleed until they're drained?"
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