Jan 27, 2007 13:10
I feel as if everyone else is happy doing their own things
&I`m left here with wet cheeks, a stuffy nose, and damp sleeves.
I need to figure myself out, everything is moving too fast.
There is nothing left.
Love nothing.
Get fucked.
I feel as if I`m going to hell anyways.
God save us.
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