:: 2007 24 October :: 5.58 am

I am waiting for something to wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
And i am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved.

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:: 2007 21 October :: 2.53 pm

i hate this.

i'm done.

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:: 2007 18 October :: 7.51 pm

i wish running away from your problems really worked.



why does this have to be so difficult?

1 . | .

:: 2007 17 October :: 6.54 pm

i feel sick
anxious sick


sldkfjldkj


i hate people
a lot.

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:: 2007 3 October :: 6.34 pm

(And I know...)
State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
If I don't know where I come from
How do I know where to go?
It's not where you're from, not where you're at
It's where your going... and I am going home...
To the land of the lost souls
Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes

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