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parallel confusion
Donnerstag, November 17, 2005
cHaRoN posted at 10:15 AM

parallel lines never meet. that is something i knew since primary school. Why did things get blurrer when u grow up?

11 more days.

Things have been getting miraculously better. that's what I am afraid of. I gotta hold myself from falling into it. Why risk when I am not sure. No... I am not dumb again, I won't be. But I am really really scared.

I am wishing for christmas. I am wishing alot of things hadn't happened. no chance for anyone this year. When I am still rational, I gotta start thinking. What truth is there is everything that is said, done and gone.

One thing can change everything. I will not be easily swept.

and today was supposed to be 3 yr 11 mth anniversary. why. why?

the guy i thought was cute, L, was found out to be attached.

why do I need to go through all the dilemna all the time?

The sweetest things in life: uncompleted, untouched.
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