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Friday, May 18, 2007
thanks nat <33the truth hurts worse than anything i could bring myself to do to you.i'll keep singing this lie if you'll keep believing it.i'm sick of how fake everyone, everything, is.sick of life, sick of everything in general.it's not like i really have much of a choice, really.wake-up call;i'll show you.i'll make it good.even if it means going sleepless.i'll show you.sometimes i wonder if you're blind, oblivious, or you simply don't care.and it's these little things that make my day.you just love to spoil everything, dont you.randomness-
lost myself at 1:40 AM