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This moth in my room is flying around without a purpose, hitting everything in sight. I have an urge to kill it, although I won't. I wish I could function with out a purpose, acutally just without worries. I'd love that. I miss the days with just pointless conversations about our sceptical dreams, I miss playing shows, mainly I miss being a kid. If I could, I would trade places with a kid without friend, let them enjoy the attention. I would sacrifice my well being for someone to be happy. I should really state events rather than emotions so I will.
Homecoming 2005, wasn't bad at all. Although it was hot, I enjoyed myself. Dinner was good. Mood was crushed but other people were happy, so it all works out.
Homecoming 2005, wasn't bad at all. Although it was hot, I enjoyed myself. Dinner was good. Mood was crushed but other people were happy, so it all works out.