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It seems as though livejournal has become my best friend lately.
Everything gets better everyday, there's just one thing in the back of my mind that continues to disgruntle me, or however you spell it, it's just there, picking at my brain, but I know when she's back in my arms, in my bed, that feeling will go away, until then it just lingers on. It's shitty, but hopefully won't last too much longer.
Everything gets better everyday, there's just one thing in the back of my mind that continues to disgruntle me, or however you spell it, it's just there, picking at my brain, but I know when she's back in my arms, in my bed, that feeling will go away, until then it just lingers on. It's shitty, but hopefully won't last too much longer.