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Friday, May 25, 2007
is being sick of life the same as being sick of living?promises are meant to be broken, aren't they.if not, why have they all been broken?every one, every single one.life in a word or two, is pathetic, and screwed.pathetically screwed.well dont ask me why.cos i cant give you an answer.other than something along the lines ofcos everything's screwed.and that's the truth,cos everything is screwed.what if i'm tired both of life and of living?
lost myself at 12:05 AM