And we haven’t spoken for a bit of time.
Seems like ages.
I miss you. I can’t stand you either.
Maybe we’ll meet again. Who knows.
I haven’t changed.
I’m a sucker, a junkie, giving up. I have been following you seeking more than nothing, but this is what I find. Guessing I got whatever I deserve.
And getting drunk’s not an option. Not again. Getting high’s just weak. I don’t know about suicide. Looks like I don’t have a lot of options. What’s an escape?
Just trying to find out what to do.
And if any of you reading and want to say something, go ahead.
nunca_aca@yahoo.com
I don’t know.
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on Tuesday, April 27th, 2004 at 3:55 pm
