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and it's hard to hold a candle |
Monday, Nov. 18, 2002 - 7:47 am note to self prestently listening to:tori amos intentions to: go to class soberity level: shut up, stop mocking me. note to self: care less. no one else cares. if they say they do, thier lieing. if you don't care so much, it won't bother you. i'm done. i hate dateing. the boy i will love forever and spend the rest of eternity with i'll litterally bump into on the street. does anyone know what the fuck is going on 'round here?!? where am i ? who are you? i just want to crawl back in bed soley because i see nothing outside of my comfortor worthy of my time today. tonight...tonight though...tonight is the Leonid metetor shower. that'll be cool. brandon's coming with to watch the maddness in the skies. that should be fun. i'm not looking forward to it really. i was. i tried just now, but i'm pretty unexcitable presently. what the fuck am i waiting for? i need to move. |
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in the cold November rain |