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2003-12-15 - 5:45 p.m.SentencesSomeone's been sniffing the glue that's holding my life together, and I'm starting to fear that it's me. . . I keep wanting to write this big, detailed post about exactly how I feel, and right when I get ready to do it, a voice cries out "Why bother?" and I don't really have a decent argument for use in combating that question. And it's funny that when your open-book mind is ripping itself to shreds and your all-too-fragile heart is breaking once again (or is it more like still) everything that would otherwise be harmless is another piece of the world's conspiracy to make your life shit. I think I'm going to go laugh about it all now. . . |
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