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Monday, June 26, 2006


--[ if only they understand ]--


i wish i could shout, scream, make a scene out of it.
what is the point they wont understand.
they would just freak out.

secondary life is totally sucky,
you are such an outcast if you are a lil bit different.
whatthe heck? whats the point of trying?

stop asking me to try since, eveyone give up on me.
i'm a sinner, i'm insane.
i'm never gonna be normal.

i have my way , i have my needs,
i have a plan for me.
i know what i'm doing.

even tho it is basically wrong,
or weird, thats me
accept it.

counting the days.

~*~*~*~
saw someone today, wow, never thought i'll ever see that idiot again.
wonder how that idiot is feeling.
wonder if the thing is hers.
wopnder if that the idiot, salve.



| caught in rapture @ 10:59 PM|

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