3*12*01 I watch you go from left to right
I don't think I can take it anymore. I am not sad, I am miserable. I'm tired of the tainted thoughts that run rampid though my head every waking moment of my life. Sleep was not disturbing last night. I want my kisses back from you... I listen to the same six songs everytime I write now. Music is pain for me, but I can't stop playing. I can however stop writing, which I will do right now. I'm angry. Let down:It's falling apart and I can't tell you why. My Clarity cd is out of commission. It skips and I can't listen to it anymore. Sad me.
regress /progress
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