This Morning I Could Hear The Sounds, The City Burning To The Ground

You'd think that all girls are the same. But I beg to differ.

There's a girl you meet and your first impression of her is innocence. Pure, untouched and vulnerable. The type that goes to school to study and 'hangs' with the girls who live in a world of restrictions and innocence. The type who goes straight home and does what she's told.
But you grow to realise that she's the dirtiest thing you'll come across. The sexual creature that boys prey to touch her breasts, 'cause she'd let you. She's the one who'll let her boobs hang out of her school uniform and play around. She's the one who'll break your heart.

There's a girl you meet and your first impression of her is... Rebellious bitch. With eyes that look like they're permanently locked on grease-mode, with looks that could kill. The type that goes to school to spit gum at teachers and blu-tack your locks. The type of girl who'll probably end up pregnant in the next few weeks. She's not educated in anything else but sex, drugs, and scary music.
But you grow to realise that the reason why she's never online is that she's really got her head caught in her textbooks. That her hands are rough and blistered, not from fights, but from writing. From studying. Obeying her parents, she'd never lay a tone on them. She's devoted to faith and she remains untouched. Her mind's in her head and not on her breasts. And she's not afraid to say no to anyone, anytime. She's the one who'll break your heart.

These two comparisons, darling do they seem familiar?
They're your past loves, with their differences set side-to-side.
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Worked overtime again.
Maybe Mr. Lech isn't that bad. He's ok... When he's not teaching.
I dodged IT today and had spares instead. I "missed" my bus.
Jess was putting paper dandruff in my hair and had to walk around the whole school. The deal was to see how many people would come up to me and point out the mess in my hair.
Our count was 41 people, not including funny looks.

Omg, the scratch Alex gave me is becoming more and more noticeable.
"Wow, who attacked you?" or "Omg, what happened to your face?"
This is seriously gonna scar.
"It's not that bad babe, it's like having a piece of Alex on your face. Forever."
OH FUCK YOU!

I'm not looking for a marriage proposal, let alone a relationship.
I just want to talk to you. Is that bad?
Let's see how tomorrow goes.

Today was a nice day. The weather in the afternoon, it should be like that all year 'round.