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Friday, September 03, 2010

How long ago was it when you first promised yourself that you would begin to read the papers, to revise your work every evening after school?
How many months have passed since then, now that you're only three months away from the-biggest-exam-of-your-life, and "I'm just afraid you may not have enough time to do well" fuck, fuck, fuck.

A few years ago I stopped believing in people who barge into your life demanding to 'fix' you and afterwards leave. I used to proclaim it myself, only to realize it's stupidity and now live in shame and embarrassment irreparably tormented by the guilt of my memories. After having it being done to myself by others who walk away patting themselves on the back for a job [presumably] 'well done', oblivious to having pulled upon the thread previously sewn to keep me together, that's now unravelling, as I spill onto the floor, a larger pool of mess.

Don't be stupid.

she's not here @

12:43 AM