We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Friday, June 24, 2005
tardybelly
3. i feel bloated. 4. i put on weight. 5. i feel FAT. 6. i feel UGLY.
8. 9. 10. 11. fucktard offers to pay if i can't pay (I MEAN WTF?! i'm not poor darling?) 12. 13. fucktard pretends to be chummy at everyone.
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