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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

OP tomorrow!! how exciting. it'll be a blast, and i think we're rockin'. :D
the end, the beginning, they're the same because we're caught in a circle dears

she loved two things in the world:
1) her long dark hair
2) how she can cut it off and feel nothing

the strange, unbearable feeling of nothingness.
you are in a bus, it's trolling along the highway.
Anna Nalick sings sweetly in your ear
she blames you for her misfortune and you take it all in.
you are bruised and battered and your nose is smashed into a bloody mess.
hush now, we are all in a boxing match, this is how it must be.
we love you. we really do.

on a lighter note (for balance),
1) i am saving up for my doc. marts! :D
2) i now know which fb stick to buy! (thanks to a dream revelation wo-ahh)
3) taka kino is my favourite bookstore! i splurged a 200 there just two weeks ago..

loads of time now to finally do the things i've been putting off for ages.
nice feeling for a change:)

she's not here @

12:25 PM