Date: Monday, February 07, 2005
Listening to: Marilyn Manson, Holywood, Unknown song....
My day was fine. I did nothing in school. Nothing happened to make me want to kill someone or myself. Until tonight. My mother began yelling at me at dinner because I wouldn't ******** blow my nose, even though I didn't need it. Afterward, she got pissed again and stormed away from the dinner table. I need a hug... I just want to curl into a ball and close my eyes as the world collapses around me. So anyway... Nothing left to do today I guess...
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When I was a little boy, I dreamed of a star.
The sun and the moon.
The sky and the water.
Tomorrow is a bleeding memory in a collapsing boat we'll never rise from.
The sun and the moon.
The sky and the water.
Tomorrow is a bleeding memory in a collapsing boat we'll never rise from.
 
         
        




