I realise i have yet to see so much and feel so much. As much as i want to, i am stuck in this small cubicle of mine.. How much more can i take when i can't even handle the thoughts i am having, the perceptions i have cultivated? No man think alike. Who would one truly understand another when you are still you?
Saturday, November 20, 2004
The thought of you makes me very sick!The thought of you makes me very sick! The thought of you makes me very sick!The thought of you makes me very sick!The thought of you makes me very sick!The thought of you makes me very sick!The thought of you makes me very sick!The thought of you makes me very sick! Shut the FUCK UP! I AM VERY PISSED! i know the things that i dun want to know. Wat good does it get? it doesn't fucking get me anywhere! It doesn't fucking matter. You are fucking getting on my nerves! Why don't you get fucking messed up sumwhere? You are getting people very upset. You know it, don't you? It doesn't really fucking matter. That's it. Everyone seems to know it and it really doesn't matter. Who the fuck are we anyway? Why must your happiness be someone else's misery? Think about it.
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