I don't even know what to say
I'm so freaking scared
of being the stupid fool yet again
of getting burned not once, not twice
but a freaking third time. I just, I..
I'd freaking die becuz I just couldn't
handle all the madness that would be
as a result of the ridiculous fallout.
This is why I'm trudging slow
looking, checking, analyzing every pace
making sure that I don't take a false step
I'm cautious, and I swear I have good reason to be
But. With the bad comes the good. I'm hopeful as well
Only time will tell what'll really happen. Right?
02.19.10, 12.34 - 12.48am
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I realized at the conclusion of this entry how horrible my writing is. Siigh. W/es.
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