I have the urge to pick up an accoustic guitar and write preposterously sad songs. I'm not sure what I'm doing right now, I guess I'll decide that when I've stopped seeing so much red. Trying to reason with me right now would be a bad idea. I'm torn, between staying and leaving. I don't know what I'm going to do, and I don't like it
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I never really met Scott, I've only known him online. Every once and a while I end up surfing over here. When I read your entries from time to time, I see a lot of similarities in how I felt back then and what you mention... just something to think about.
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