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2004-05-06 10:25 p.m. mailman i said i was done...but now i'm like 'what the fuck, i got nothin better to do'. For all of your kisses turned to spit in my face yeah...i still feel like that...i don't know how anyone can think i could handle this. i cannot. everything i see, everything i do...everything. it all reminds me that i am a failure and that i can never win. 'oh, silly andy, always being such a pessimist.' fuck you. look around. i'm not a pessimist, i'm a fucking prophet. 'just because you had a little bad luck with women...' fuck you. this isn't a little bad luck. this isn't having my heart broken. this is dying a painful and torturing death every morning when i wake up and every night when i go to sleep. and people wonder about me... old. previous |