May. 30, 2004 - 9:35 a.m.
Distract me, please.
All you lucky people. You have no idea.
Morning again, last night's void almost forgotten. But this hangover isn't alcohol induced. It's the remnants of feeling so detached, so completely by myself. It's the cover of living life lowering over my eyes and heart again to keep me intact. I forget that I'm a shell because I go about my daily life, doing this and saying that, being here and attending there. I have distractions, and that's just what they are, nothing more.
old bitching - random - new bitching
nada
Sounds Like:
sarah harmer
Feels Like:
i think we all know
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What's Wrong With Alice?
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Spell it out
Rehash
to keep her
End of the line
what to do, what to do.