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Saturday, September 18, 2010
because maybe, maybe you won't save me afterall ; 7:38 PM

The initial high that I was chasing has faded and I'm left lower than I've ever felt before.

The universe keeps throwing bullshit at me and at this point in time, I have no idea how much more of this I can take. The similarities in the two situations are too uncanny to ignore but what else can I do?

I've got many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how. And this is not just one "you", it's multiple "yous". Guess I've got to deal like all my demons and skeletons one by one.

(Don't worry, this is nothing suicidal. Like I said, suicide is for cowards who don't dare face their music.)


the little rocker

Little Miss Brightside
- Absolutely loves music

Have a nice day (:




ways to paradise

Gibson doves in flight
Kevin Kern's In My Life & Imagination's Light
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Johnny Got His Guns by Dalton Trumbo
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Five Greatest Warriors by Matthew Reiley
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