Ultimate nervousness is creeping.
All my hours spent thinking.
I can't handle another failing.
Gawd, it's just too disappointing.
The thought of it makes me feel like crapping.
I'm all yours for the taking.
In sorrow awaiting for the merciless stabbing.
DIE! DIE! DIE!
Monday, November 14, 2005
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