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Tuesday, July 03, 2007 . 12:28 AM

two things on my mind:
~the trip wasn't that fun. sitting in the hospital kinda killed most of it..if u know what i mean
~a little bird told me that she was back in town...well.. erm.. make that a big parrot then who told me. something i didn't want to know.but the news was like thrown into my face. and i didn't ask.and i really don't want to know.. its been so long .. this feeling ought to have died by now. im glad that she is doing alright and happy. but i wish there was someone who would help me through this

[HEADMUSIC]: days go by by dirty vegas
[THOUGHTS]: there were days when i do remember how you said to never look back