Once in a while, after life has been passing you by, you're forced to wake up. Your dreams fade, and life seems to go on without taking your shattered heart into account.
But there is always hope.
Saturday, November 01, 2003
Everytime I see my roommate, a slient string of profanitys screams through my head. It's a very bitter process. Not so good.
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