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I am 90's kid! (:


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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

Monday, June 9, 2008

i had one of the hardest time in life yesterday night.

i didnt know if what i did was because i'm prepared to do so or its just purely out of rage. i believe it's the latter. keeping something that's no longer of importance i feel like a fool. knowing that all that wont even happen again, i feel like a fool.

things will never go back to how it used to be. there are no "what ifs". there are no " i hope i could turn back time" so what the point in wallowing in self-pity when you know its never gonna happen.

press delete and empty your recycle bin. its time to move on.

work is the best remedy now. so work it shall be.

but before i press refresh,
i'm sorry to say i hateyou.