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22 Ağustos 2009, Cumartesi
saat: 23:24
my head hurts. my teeth hurt. my eyes hurt. my legs hurt. basically, it hurts everywhere. fasting had been twelve hours. waiting on the road for the construction to end for three hours. the best part? the last three hours till home. and of course i am being sarcastic. it all fell apart again and again, and i don't know what's next. i don't love anyone. i could kill for some normalcy. i could. physicality is the easy way out. get out. get lost. get away. maybe then, get off. | ||
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