Aug 05, 2006 12:11
At the moment when I thought things couldn't be better, everything comes crashing down around my ears. Yesterday, I believe, was one of the worst days I've ever had the pleasure of living through. There's nothing to say and I don't wish to dwell on it because I get a sick feeling every time I think upon it. I'm done speaking. I'm apparently a liar. I'm apparently a cheat. Everything I do is probably fake.
Go-go gadget-summer.