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Oh, look what I've done...
I guess it's not the first time this has happened, but...
It still hurts. A lot.
A whole lot.
I guess I should have spotted all of the signs...
But I'm blind to them.
I always have been....
I wrote a rant about courage yesterday...
Ironic, isn't it?
Sorry if I seem a bit... drained... on Monday.
Because I will be.
Drained, I mean.
And I do check my email.
Nothing ever came.
Nothing.
Sorry if that was too much trouble for you.
I'm not trying to be bitter...
It's just happening.
I guess I could control it.
But I don't want to. Not at all.
I wish things were different.
But it's my fault.
It's my fault that things are like this...
I am the one to blame, and I don't like it...
But I can't help it...
I want.... What? The strangest thing just went through my mind.
How ironic...
Now all I want is the gun.
No, that can't be true.
It's not.
But part of me wants it to be the only truth.
My arms are red...
Why are my arms red?
 siriustoast · Fri Apr 01, 2005 @ 08:58pm · 0 Comments |
