I really wrote this at 4:48 A.M. this morning...
Happy Birthday To Me
You meet people... sometimes you like them, but most of the time you don't; although, given the circumstances you are forced to mold yourself into some kind of person that they think you ought to be, or that you think you ought to be around them. You lose yourself, and grow further into a person that you know you aren't. You are ( Read more... )
You meet people... sometimes you like them, but most of the time you don't; although, given the circumstances you are forced to mold yourself into some kind of person that they think you ought to be, or that you think you ought to be around them. You lose yourself, and grow further into a person that you know you aren't. You are ( Read more... )
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Haven't read L.J. in a while, but, happy birthday.
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