novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- there's gonna be no dancin when they get home. such a flimsy way of hiding. i'm listening to elvis costello and cleaning. i found three dollars so i ate something other than the dusty cans of soup in my cupboard. i lent tape to the neighbors and watched bad television. all i want to do is smoke and eat ice cream. camel lights and chocolate peanut butter. both are bad for me, both i've given up except for certain occasions. maybe i want them so badly because i know i don't want myself to have them. there's something wrong and i don't know what it is. i know you can tell. there's something terribly wrong and i don't know how to get over it. i feel like i'm six again, screaming and crying and hiding underneath my desk. yeah, like that will save me. well it's nobody's fault but we need somebody to burn. 12:07 am - 1.20.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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