:: 2005 14 February :: 9.00 am

February, Valentines Day
Did my best to avoid the red cliches
So you dumped me on the subway
On my way to work at 9 in the morning
Everybody else is holding bouquets
Now I'm holding my face in the basement
Scratching away for any trace
Of affection you will leave
Falling victim as the publics prey

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:: 2005 14 February :: 6.57 am

so today is valentine's day, for all you people with a valentine, enjoy. if you're like me and you don't, then oh well, its like any other day. but, you should listen to explosions in the sky - your hand in mine.

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:: 2005 13 February :: 1.01 am

I like you. Do you like me? Check Yes or No.


___________Yes
___________No





Wouldn't that be nice if everything was that simple?

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:: 2005 12 February :: 1.28 pm

question. what do you really think of me? be honest.

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:: 2005 9 February :: 7.48 am

I'm not the type to forget about nights like this,
where every single move that I make is documented and scored for style points.
The once ambitious one now holds the smoking gun.
And if I die in my sleep, are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be?

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:: 2005 8 February :: 9.20 pm

i still can't sleep. been thinking a lot, which can be good and bad. though how i don't really do anything. i don't do anything for anyone. i'm no good. i don't make anyone smile, or laugh. i'm a waste of a life. i'm just a thorn in everyone's side.

i really just want to sleep. if i don't, i know i'll be seeing things.

i keep feeling like i'm for sale, trying to sell myself to everyone. colleges, recruiters, employers, newspapers. i feel like in order to have a girl like me, i have to try and sell who i could be, not really exactly what i am. song in entry before is exact. it's what i feel. i don't even know anymore.

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