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Saturday, November 21, 2009

At times, I wonder if there's a sign behind my back that says, ' please make my life miserable.'
I used to wish she would just evaporate for the good of everyone or
save the tears that she made me cry, so I could fucking drown her in them.
Now, I couldn't possibly care less. She's nothing but dead to me. I swear.
As the saying goes.. 'time heals.'


I would be updating as for normal when the momster has decided to fix the comp.
Goodnight and god bless.



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