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you know i really dont see the point in doing this anymore. life just goes on, for some. im sitting here in the most agonizing pain with no one to talk to and that is my fault. it is my doing. and i cant help it and i cant stop it and it wont ever stop. and i understand how no one could ever like me being as fucked up as i am but i cant be any other way so it seems i am doomed to this lifeless life. unless i finally decided to step up to the plate and fucking shoot my way out of here.
im just sorry things are like they are. i just want to be in april and happy in a field with melissa or in my bed with room aglow playing a game with karla or under a fucking canopy several years ago with chas. i hope i live out all my happiest moments before i die, like how people say they see their life flash before their eyes. there is but so much i need to be reminded of. i just want to remember lucky and toffee and all the music that has set the stage and been the soundtrack.
i dont know how to go. but ive got to fly away soon.
im just sorry things are like they are. i just want to be in april and happy in a field with melissa or in my bed with room aglow playing a game with karla or under a fucking canopy several years ago with chas. i hope i live out all my happiest moments before i die, like how people say they see their life flash before their eyes. there is but so much i need to be reminded of. i just want to remember lucky and toffee and all the music that has set the stage and been the soundtrack.
i dont know how to go. but ive got to fly away soon.