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 we all know i rock.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

WHY CAN'T I DO THE THINGS I WANNA DO?
I AM THE FUCKING MASTER OF MY OWN FUCKING LIFE.
I'M NOT SAD. BUT VERY ANGRY.
I DON'T SEE WHY I SHOULD JUST SIT AROUND.
I DON'T CARE HOW SHE FEELS ANYMORE.
I AM GONNA ENJOY MY LIFE WHILE I STILL FUCKING CAN.


11:40 PM



they rock.

joseph
sulingg
melvene

disclaimer.

i don't care what you think.