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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Saturday, November 11, 2006 |
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I don't understand. I think that's what makes it more difficult. I could theorize until the end of time and I still would feel that I've gained no knowledge. And I'd still be in this state.
I've officially frightened my mother. I feel terrble, like I've made a mistake, though she assures me I have not. I just didn't know what to do. It feels as if whenever I'm like this the whole world turns away until I'm ready to be on the other side of the spectrum. Sadia, I hate you, let's go hang out with Radia.
Nadia doesn't even enter the equation; Nadia is in the middle; Nadia doesn't exist; Nadia is some sort of sweet reoccuring memory, like a deja vu.
My mother was ready to drive from Ottawa to Toronto... tonight. I think that would make me push it inwards more. I don't forsee that being any good. Nor is leaving any good.
The only things that make me feel anything are the worst things for me. |
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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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