Everything on Earth goes down to dust, but what's imprinted on the heart remains alive
Thursday, June 22, 2006
{ 10:24 AM
I'M UP AT 8 PLUS LE LA.
And then? THANKS. MY THROAT IS FEELING SLIGHTLY SORE. MY BACK IS ACHING. AND SO IF YOU'RE FED UP AND YET THERE'S NO CONCERN? I DIDNT ASK. N0R DID YOU. YOU DIDN'T ASK AT ALL. SO NOR DID I. I'M FEELING BAD ENOUGH. THE MONTHLY WEEK IS HERE. SO WHAT THE HELL IS GOING WRONG WITH THIS WORLD.
JUST IF IM SO HILARIOUS. JUST IF IM SO CLUMSY. JUST IF I MIGHT AS WELL NOT PLAY. SO GET THE BAD TALK ON AND GET ME OUT AND PUT SOMEONE ELSE IN.
STOP LETTING ME REGAIN THE PASSION AND BRINGING IT DOWN. IM ALREADY NUMB WITH THOSE INJURIES THAT I DIDNT WANTED. SO THAT IT HAS NO DIFFERENCE TO ME.
GOOD MORNING, SLEEP TIGHT.