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Monday, April 18, 2005
And i don't want the world to see me
cause i don't think they'd understand
when everything's made to be broken
i just want you to know who i am
-goo goo dolls.
Sel says its better to forget than to remember.
Well, personally for me, i believe its better to remember.
I want to be able to remember what happened on saturday night/sunday morning at mos.
From the time period of 12-1am i cannot remember who i was with, what i was doing or whatever it is.
Sel can't vouch for me because she wasn't there, and neither can stef.
This freaks me out cause i don't know what happened during that period of time.
And also what on earth i drank that screwed me upside down.
I don't like surprises. I don't like not knowing what i do.
Mysterious coins in my pockets, strangers saying hello.
And for crying out loud, why on earth was i lying in his arms?!
This is messed up.
imprinted at 3:31 PM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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