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[03 May 2003|02:11am] |
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Over Joyed: Charles Grigsby |
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*groans, rubbing at his temple*
Why do I think the things I think sometimes? Why do I always want to mess up the things that are good in my life? It's like I don't know how to let things be the way they are supposed to be. I have to mess with them, try to fix them, change them, and in the end screw them up so much worse.
*bites his lip* What if I do that this time and lose the things I finally have in my life?
I have now decided. Having the brain that I do is a double edged sword. No matter what decision I make, I'm commiting suicide. *nods slowly*
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