11:59 am - Monday, May. 13, 2002
Song:
I have nothing original to say, and I don't care because I have nothing original to think. I'm not planning to change the world, and if I do in some random, accidental way, I'm sorry, Because more then likely I screwed it up.
Hold me, hold me, I'm drowning in my unoriginal thoughts. I feel like everyone else. The differance being, well, I'm not as pretty as them.
Let me feel free, let me go. I need to get away from here. I felt the need to get away, and instead I sat there. I needed to leave and I didn't move. I am pathetic.
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