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[13 Jul 2005|01:37pm] |
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mood |
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music |
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The Last Song by The All-American Rejects |
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My journal is now private. Sorry, but after two years, I'm finally sick of people reading about my life. [Though, I don't think many did -- but whatever]. I may or may not occasionally have a public entry; I guess we'll see.
Going back through past entries made me realize how much my life hasn't really changed. Same song, different chorus. Even though I was a sophomore in high school when I started this, many feelings still apply - just in slightly different ways[meaning: other people involved]. That thought really kind of makes me sad -- like I'm going to be treading water the whole rest of my life. Then one day I'll just finally sink.
Maybe someday I'll be okay...
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away...
Arrivederci.
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