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[Tuesday, November 29, 2005
//02:42 ] |
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32.
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1 may forget me.
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[Tuesday, November 29, 2005
//03:53 ] |
Daddy, it's me. Help mommy, her wrists are bleeding.
You lied to me Dad, and now you make Mommy sad.
It's too late Dad, you made the choice.
Now go up there and show 'em that you love them more than us.
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| Just take another pill. Yeah, I bet you you will. |
[Tuesday, November 29, 2005
//04:12 ] |
I FUCKING HATE GMAIL.
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3 may forget me.
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[Tuesday, November 29, 2005
//06:02 ] |
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I should not be allowed to eat, like everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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| Losing ground and falling faster. |
[Tuesday, November 29, 2005
//09:16 ] |
Hmm.
I think I should just make a bunch of ranting and/or opinionated entries.
Rather, I think I should make entries about what I'm thinking. And sometimes what I'm feeling.
And I think I shall disallow comments.
Because I'm weird, and I can kind of trick myself into thinking that, since no one commented, no one read.
We'll see.
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forget me.
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| This is all I have left now from what you stole away. |
[Tuesday, November 29, 2005
//09:39 ] |
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I like barely remember updating this 20 minutes ago, wow.
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forget me.
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