|I never thought I'd still be here today...
||[Jun. 6th, 2004|08:13 pm]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||Kurt Cobain/Wm S. Burroughs - The Priest They Called Him||]|
Finding the words to say becomes more difficult by the day. The erasers have come and they're taking it all away. Soon there will be nothing left for me to even dwell upon. I've yet to decide if I'm glad for that or not.