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2005-08-17 - 7:45 p.m.
We don't always have to be poetic, but sometimes reality sickens me so. It makes things easier to swallow. Such a drama queen. And I wanted this, I always wanted this. Crying into a pillow, telling myself crying over a broken heart would be better than crying over one that's never been broken, one that no one had discovered quite yet. The bullshit. "If I knew then what I know now..." Ah high school. I don't miss it.So I have the drama that I wished for. All the wonderful problems of adulthood. With stress so thick, it makes you want to drown. Sometimes I miss the innocence...Sometimes...
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