But it was you each time, it was you.

[blowupthemoon]

How can I not know what to write in a livejournal. It's just a livejournal, after all.

I'm so tired. I feel like nothing I do has any meaning. I don't feel like I'm putting my heart into anything right now. Maybe I'm perpetually lazy out of fear. I'm secretly trying to keep myself so unsatisfied with my life. I'm sneaky.

Here's a cliched scene

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[deepdowndriving]

I said to my reflection lets get out of this place
past the church and the steeple, the laundry on the hill,
billboards and the buildings, memories of it still keep calling and calling
but forget it all, I know I will

Just thought these cliched song lyrics might work well with you're cliched running away scene.

love angie

[blowupthemoon]

Angie Dell, I think I'm in love with you.