August 2nd 2010
Fuck.
this is it. This is like the final thread of fucking the fucking string.
IM REMEMBERING EVERYTHING.
EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU NOW.
IM DEPRESSED.
IT FEELS LIKE YOU ARE ALL DEAD.
It must be an August thing, you know? Last year everything went wrong. This year everything is wrong. Then again, two years ago- August 2008.. that was pretty amazing.
I'll be back tomorrow, kay?
Theres A LOT I need to tell you. Real things. Normal things. Happy Things. {I wish I could be okay}
This is seriously killing me right now.
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