Feeling sorry for yourself much?

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I'm not gonna make it.

I'll die alone.

And I'll spend the rest of my life regretting what I never managed to acomplish.

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Anonymous said…
and... what does this mean?
February 04, 2006 3:17 PM
Karina Woolslayer said…
:shrug: Doesn't mean anything. I was just feeling bummed and felt like whining.
February 04, 2006 3:26 PM
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