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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Sometimes, I feel like giving up. Just leave a blood trail to my graveyard and sleep in the coffin 6 feet right under. This time, I feel like I'm worse off, I feel like I'm dead.



Its some many days since I'm on off. And to make life shitty, the school got smart. Time for sch end is actually a fucking , shockingly 345pm. Wtf. There goes the time.. I'm actually somehow secluded from love, sight, rest. And now, things all change. To the extend I'm so unsure of how to continue my current post and end it with a nice full stop.


Millions of thoughts just waved themselves along the coasts of my brain. Sucky feelings, sulky thoughts. No one hears me, and no one talks. Wat a life.




For the nice full stop I resolute to give for every post, heres it.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[11:19 PM]