Thursday, November 5, 2009

#53

i hate those days where it gets to the point, where the only form of escape from any reality
is to just squeeze my eyes as tight as possible, so all those little white spots come up.
then i put on my fave songs by say anything, and day dream the rest of my worries away.
it always seems to work.

what else is there to really do?

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