Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't it always seem to go... fightorflightfightorflightfightorflight. That thing, that summer thing, that moving, doing thing. I don't want to be here any more. I just want my headphones and wind, and pushing. It feels like time to give up. You know what my life is like. [I locked my keys in my old house, so no one can get in now. And I read the old letters before I left. It's amazing how much I loved you.] 9:03 p.m. - 2003-06-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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