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An Ocean Apart
Julie Delpy

Now we are together, sitting outside in the sunshine.
But soon we'll be apart and soon it'll be night at noon...
Now things are fine, the clouds are far away up in the sky.
But soon I'll be on a plane and soon you'll feel the cold rain...

You promised to stay in touch when we're apart.
You promised before I left that you'll always love me..
Time goes by, people cry, everything goes too fast.
Now we have each other enjoying each moment with one another...
But soon I'll be miles away and soon the phone will be our only way...

You promised we'll never brake up over the telephone.
You said our love was stronger than an ocean apart..
Time goes by and people lie, everything goes too fast...

Let's not fool ourselves in vain, this far away trip will give us pain...
We'll have to be so strong to keep our love from going wrong...
Distance will make us cold, even put our love on hold...
But soon we'll meet again and soon it'll be bright at noon again...

You promised not to loose faith in our love when I'm away...
You promised so much to me but now you've left me...
We go by and then we lie all this time we wasted...
Time goes by, people lie everything goes too fast.

Time went by, and then we died, everything went too fast.



Supposedly, my school started last monday. Nobody knows I cancelled my enrollment though. And, in order to make everybody think that I am studying, I have to leave home early, buy a coffee at this cafe and read the news. Then I head to the public library, where I read more (currently, Deception Point). And then my day is over, I come back home, suffer, produce bitter substances inside my body and wait for another of those days.

Nobody would understand my reasons. My debts. My debts killed me and now I have to ressurect. By paying them, of course. I cannot let things stay this way. Unfortunately, it seems to me that all I will do this year is try and pay these bills. Find a job. And keep lying. Everytime I think my debts will be correctly paid, something happen. And I die more.

I began spanish classes at the library yesterday. It's pretty cheap, and I believe it will be useful... at least one thing to do, right?

In all this inertia, I am playing Riviera: The Promised Land for the GBA, and it is being incredibly pleasant. I also get to read a lot, and as soon as I'm done with Dan Brown's book, I'll read Madame Bovary.


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