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Dec 10, 2005 16:54

My life is a fucking joke.
Nothing is forever.
People don't know themselves well enough to make promises like this.
I think that I'll end up just the way that they think I will. I can't ask anything else of you. You've already done too much, for you at least. I, of course, would always be willing to do more.
I guess living out of your car doesn't make it a home. Sometimes I wish that you were as low as me again. I'm ready to leave. I say this a lot. I can't stop blinking. I think I'm going to be sick.
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