More bitter than unsweetened iced tea. 8:08 a.m. on 07-19-02
I am in a very sour mood right now. I am frustrated. Boys fucking kill me. It always turns out like this. The same old story. It's so redundant it's comical. Maybe I'm jumping the gun a little here, but I have a feeling the punchline still has the same idea. The same vicious black hole cycle. He's so incredible. I thought it wouldn't get any better, but it did. For a split second, anyway. Why do I even bother trying anymore? The longing makes me insane sometimes. It's the itch I can't reach. It's the hair in my eye. It's the invisible force pushing me further into the muck. God. Burn. Burning me... I have a feeling I'll be emotionally numb by the time I'm 25. Fuck y'all. << >> |
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