Jun 11, 2005 04:32
my mind
my senses
my hopes
how is it that life sends me curveball after curveball after curveball, but when i finally get a decent pitch, im not paying attention and i strike out?
you know im depressed when im using baseball analogies.
i sense a lot of dashboard and kleexnex coming my way.
gosh i am such a fuckup.
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