Break My Fall

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Friday, February 24, 2006

For now, I hate staying home :( But when it starts getting hectic I think I will just count down to the day I can finally sit on my couch and talk to myself. So actually it seems like I'm totally out of your life. You probably don't even remember I took my Olevels last year and didn't even ask me about it. You probably don't even know that someone's still thinking you're the best guitarist she has ever met but, whatever for?

I don't want to see you like that.

2:15 PM