The good things happened. Slowly, each piece began to fall away.
This weekend was quite an adventure. I saw movies and made introductions.
Things happened. Once again, Dallas was there, unknowing.
And it rained. The most beautiful rain.

It's still raining.

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I'm not right, not just yet anyway.

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I'm predicting something. In a half hour, I will know if I'm right or not.

If I'm right, everything that could have possibly changed will not, and everything will be the same as it's ever been.

I hope that I will be wrong. I won't be.

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Repeat last entry.

KILL ME.
KILL ME.
KILL ME.
KILL ME.

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I survived November. That's all I can ask for now.

Music is happening, but not as much as I'd like. And that's all my fault.
I'm not any happier. That probably won't change.
I'll live. I'll try to do more than that...

But I promise nothing at all.

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Still hopeless and full of hate. As always.
Although things are also pretty surreal lately.

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Nope. Still wish I was dead. Although the liquor and drugs help sometimes.

The more she tries to exist, the more impossible it becomes for her to.
I kind of wish she did actually kill herself.

Fuck everything, and fuck her for ever existing.

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