Jan 17, 2006 19:10
I don't know why I'm writing.
Perhaps, I think it'll make me feel better about...everything.
That's a lie.
A poor one, at that.
I'm worried.
I think I fucked up.
In a major way.
What to do?
Where to hide?
I need a vacation.
Some space.
A place to start over.
Where no one knows my name.
A hug.
Some vodka.
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its the perfect hideway.
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If you need anything don't hesitate to ask.
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