Monday, September 19, 2005


Mood: Tired
Music: Radio - Jazz

I cried myself to sleep over this 12 year old fucking wound. I feel so raw and tired today. Please please please let this be the last time I ever have to think about it again. Let it sink in to her that we can't be friends and it's over. I'm looking forward to life without the painful memory being thrown in my face. What a waste of emotion. What a waste, period.

I am free.

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