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Avid readers of my journal(ROFL) will know that this title is a line from a song, more specificly, the song I posted about in my last entry. Or, maybe you won't even if you read it. Whatever.
So tomorrow he's going into surgery. Lovely, I find out the day before. Why doesn't he tell me anything like this. He decides not to tell me he even got enough money for it.
And now.........he might die tomorrow. It's worse then I thought. I won't be able to function tomorrow. I.........I love him. I'm thirteen, and in love like an idiot. I can't handle this.
Can't you hear my screams?
 Figmented Imagination · Sat Apr 05, 2008 @ 03:07am · 1 Comments |
