Friday, June 19, 2009

dimwitted bag of bat droppings.

I don't wanna push it, and I don't wanna put in my heart yet. Not yet, not soon. There's still this guarded heart I'm holding close to me. If only things would change for the better, then maybe ..

I had a long and horrible day at work. Period.

ps: everyone fucks up. even you.

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