Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
søndag, januar 19, 2003
ugh. i feel sick and dead.
it's not that I"m thinking about it...i don't know what would happen if I did. I mean, I do think specifically about it, and it's ok. but I think it's a whole subconscious thing. like, like in a really grim metaphor...it's not like being shot and killed, it's being slowly poisoned. i'm not aware of it, but it's taking affect and making me paranoid and unhappy. sheesh. it's my problem. i hope this doesn't happen forever or I just don't think I"ll get anywhere.
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