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Saturday, January 01, 2005

yes. it is a gloomy saturday.
i feel like screaming.
i feel like puking.
i feel like bawling.
and i feel oh-so-morbid.

daze.daze.daze.
i've been in a fcukin daze since lord knows when
my fingertips are gettin cold
that even constant typing on this damn keyboard doesnt help warm em up

waiting. suffocating. no direction.
such is the life of a broken pathetic soul like me

i need to quit wallowing in self-pity


happy birthday my baby