Knocked out, but boy, you better come-to.

[restlesspsyche]

I've decided to move on with my life. I'm tired of looking over my shoulder with the psuedopromises of "what if" lingering on the horizon. The closer I get to them, the further they recede. They are mirages - lifeless "moments" that never existed and never will. Somehow I got it into my head that I can control my life. Remember - a house in

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[fuzzyducks]

Sometimes I remember those "moments" and laugh my head off. We were a bunch of cheesy weirdos. And every now and then, I want to say something like "He's coming around the corner, I KNOW IT!"

Then I remember that no one will call me a psychic bitch.