Bye ’09
So, 2009 is over, I’m a year older. I feel like I should write something profound, or beautiful, something to sum up a year, but I just don’t feel the words. I’m tired, 2009 wore me out. I don’t feel like digging it up, cutting my wrists for everyone to watch. That is what I do here, I bleed letters that make up words, that make up sentences, that make up me.
Baby, there’s something wrong with me that I can’t see…
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