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08/23/2005 02:46 a.m.

no one is here to ask me how i'm doing, probably because no one knows anything is wrong.

but god, my heart has shattered into nine thousand razorsharp pieces that stab in the softest spots as i breathe.

and i know i'm cliche. and i don't care. i said goodbye to the biggest part of my heart today, so don't blame me when the keyboard is stained with teardrops and my face is smeared with mascara.


I am currently Lovesick