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Saturday, January 13, 2007


i don't know why i'm so sick of everything.something's wrong with me and i know it but i just pretend not to know it.i just feel like hitting my head against the wall.to wake myself up or something,i dunno.and i don't wanna know.i came home yesterday in a bad,bad mood and i don't even know why.i don't understand yesterday's meeting.i don't understand what i was doing either.i don't understand who i was angry about.i don't understand who i was trying to become.whoever that was yesterday,wasn't me.i don't understand many things about yesterday.but i know..i don't want any answers.
i didn't see him yesterday.all i saw was the JERK.

~ { 2:32 PM }
remembering the days when u were by my side