PROZAC

Love, loathe, repeat.
2009-11-19 00:56:02 (UTC)

I've grown tired of this place.

I guess this is for the best right? Everything is suddenly
so wrong, how could you possibly feel bad about this, why
would you even want to try, right? With such a meaningless
existence behind me, who would bother? Certainly not you.

Would I be out of line if I said I miss you?




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