Monday, November 28, 2005
plea to you.
Putting aside my propensity for getting into unlucky fixes, it seems as if I'm cursed to have a black tongue all my life and clouded scales for eyes, where my apathetic naivety conceals what should had been the clear absolute truth. Everything that I say comes out the wrong way, and I fear I may never do anything right again. Please tell me: what can I do, to make things better again?
she procrastinated @ 23:25 |
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