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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Sunday, September 24, 2006 |
| All Wrong |
So it's just about noon and I'm still hammered. I'm not sleeping. Fuck that noise. I have a few things that need to be said:
This is the first time I can honestly say there are parts of the night that I don't remember.
Why do I do everything wrong?
Why do I have awful taste in men?
You know how some people get really depressed and spiral down into hardcore drugs and craziness? That's me, minus the drugs.
I'm sorry, I trust you completely and I am complete shit. How's that for a tender moment? (I can't say sorry enough.)
I feel like I'm going to vomit everywhere.
I fucked up my ankle really bad last night. I am paying for it dearly. It's some god's cruel joke for me being a stupid cunt.
martini kisses
"Playing kids games, underneath the lampshade. I could kick and scream but the bedsheets are still calling your name."
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Name: Fucking Bingo
Home: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
About Me: You could be waiting for a day that won't come. And you could be so much more than you've become. And I have found my feet, 257 weeks. But you could be waiting for a day that won't come.
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