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December 16, 2002
fuck you. i mean, really,
fuck you. i mean, really, fuck you.
Posted by lainey at December 16, 2002 12:42 AM
Comments
At 1.23am, when the memories return, my reaction is the same.
Posted by: Silenus at December 16, 2002 08:24 AM
I am sorry to hear that ... the pain will go away.
I cannot see the future of imagine the proper noise when petals are plucked :o) but I know hurt does goes away.
Posted by: Irish at December 17, 2002 03:50 AM
how'd do you know?
Posted by: lainey at December 17, 2002 04:20 AM
Life is ash and dust ... if there is anything I have learned from those horrid philo classes AND religion. Life is only one step on a long staircase somewhere ( haven't decided up or down )
Whether you believe it or not you don't really have a choice about moving. If the hurt doesn't pass you ... you will pass it. That is nature.
Everything is temporary ... whether or not that is depressing depends on you. :)
Posted by: Irish at December 18, 2002 03:44 AM