You must remember.
Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts,
that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

circles.
I just went in a huge fucking circle.
While doing a ton of little circles.

I can not deny this.
I guess I know who I am.
fck I know who I am.

She isn't meant to be happy.
Because every time she is,
it just never is.



My mind is to complex for love and happiness.

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