Thursday, November 30, 2006

irate mat

it's an anagram.

last night i had a dream of people getting shot, and you died. maybe i've been watching too much desperate housewives. last night i was also thinking about what i would do next year, but i don't want to think about it now. you've got to hold on to me, or i'm going to stray away.

apparently there's a class outing today. but i'm not going for it. why? because.

there's syo rehearsal tonight, and i'm really tired. i can't wait for the concert to be over. i don't want to think now.

WHO CARES? WHO CARES? WE ALL HAVE PAIN. EVERYONE IN HERE HAS PAIN. BUT WE DEAL WITH IT; WE SWALLOW IT; GET GOING WITH OUR LIVES. WHAT WE DON'T DO IS GO AROUND SHOOTING STRANGERS.

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