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22 August 2008 @ 08:21 pm
This is the first time I feel like Im putting effort into something. I actually feel like Im trying my best instead of lazing around. Im sorry if I cant remember things that well. Why cant the devil understand? Why must it find faults? Why must it never praise and say sorry or I understand?

You cheated dad. You left the devil early only to leave me stranded; only connected by a wire. I hate you. I miss you. Happy early birthday.
Current Mood: crappy