[02 Oct 2006 | Monday]
 | I keep apologizing. Saying sorry for all the shit I've done in the past. I'm a fucking bastard masquerading as a nice guy, wold in sheep's clothing. I wonder when I'll stop, if I'll stop. The fucking worst part about it all, is at the time I didn't even realize how fucked up I was. I had no clue, just closed shop like usual. Let 'em in, show 'em around, then when they get too close you kick them the fuck to the curb. I hate that jaded shit. It always creeps up and kills all sorts of good things. Makes 'em die in my hands. Feeling the cold rots about all I got left when the sun sets and the birds stop singing. It's time I go cold again. I need to start writing. |
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