xtoolfreakx's Diaryland Diary

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�.socks.�

It's like a never ending battle between good and bad. A simple yet complex game of push and shove. One can get use to getting pushed down, and never getting back up again. Confiding in yourself, because that's the only person you have left. Everyone has come and gone. Some stick around just for the pleasure of knowing that it's you and not them. And that makes them happy. I suppose that makes them alone, and not you.

My socks don't match.

Why can't you push a pause button on life? Why can't you hold onto something and run with it? Why can't you take something and not feel guilty? Why do you look back? Why can't your favorite lighter last forever?

In my world, you could do anything you wanted to, and no one would be there to spank you. Unless you wanted them to, of course.

"This bog is thick and easy to get lost in when you're a stupid, dumb ass, beligerant fucker."

9:20 p.m. - 2002-01-22

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