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Friday, December 26, 2008♥
December Twenty-Sixth, Two Thousand Eight
Eight: Fourty One p.m.
Everything Is Falling Apart...
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I'm out of it.
Completely.
I think I need to breathe.
When I start to stress I get sick...
...really
really
really...
sick.
I guess things roll out of the perfect circumference...
...But circumference isn't made to be perfect(:
I guess.
Well, I'm still out of it.
I'm still stressed.
And I don't know if I can hold it...
...Pretending to be happy isn't a solution either
Eh.
I never solve problems...
...They end in chaotic disasters):
I guess this one won't get solved either...
everything is falling apart.
That's all I can say for now...
...e-mail the stressed out teenage hostage against problem solving?
c:
`when i find what i want;; i'll finally be...
...monica
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