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Monday, May 29, 2006
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steven curtis chapman - i will be here

i saw her the last time yesterday night. it's devastating when i saw her picture, and her. where's fairness. and though im trying not to think about it at all, not being emo and everything, everything around me tells likewise. the lifeless lectures, time spent online doing nothing, listening t emo songs. as long as i have a minute t spare, i cannot keep my mind of the things that seem to trouble this alr screwed up brain of mine. when i thought all was fine, apparently things arent. i hate liars and frauds. the people who fake a self or being goody and all. i had t fake a smile, yes i fake, and under these circumstances, i dont have a choice. when are people true and when are people fake. hard to tell aint it.

these crazy thoughts they grind in my mind till im almost bursting. this that this and that. i need a break badly. people seem to go off one by one. they leave like a silentkiller, and you dont knw when they'll strike. again. nobody knows a thing and maybe nobody would. it's confusing. im in a liar mode and it scares me.

somebody please find a treat for me.


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