23 May 2004

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i am so tired of biding my time. it doesn't help. it doesn't get easier. it just wastes my life, nothing good comes out of it, nothing important. love, sadness and pain, are still there, as much as at the first day. and i have no choice. except to drink, i can always choose that...

drinking yourself stupid filling up with legal depressants yeah that works right

love,

your lark with broken wings