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//Saturday, February 21, 2009 2/21/2009
Misery Business
Not in the mood for anything now.
Fast paced songs simply irritate me. Too many things happened. Probably this would be the saddest time of my life, so far. Long scar, on my face. Hate to look in the mirror every morning/afternoon. School didn't go well, Submissions didn't. Couldn't control my tear gland recently, when alone. Have been faking smiles. Tried to distract myself, but the misery within remains. Heart's containing too many question marks. When it's all over, would it be heaven or hell? Nobody knows. Dying for a vacation, alone. Need a world, all to myself. Whereby no one would question this heart overflowing with things she can't give definite answers to. Whereby no one would bother her and just let her mind rest from all these problems. Whereby no one would see her cry. Scared, indeed. Perhaps guitar might bring a smile, from within.
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