is misery made beautiful right before our eyes
mercy be revealed
or blind us where we stand...
the last couple days have been very
O.0
>.<
o.O
ugh.
actually... it's bedtime. i need this day to end.
nothing huge- just a lot of little things adding up into one psychotic fit waiting to happen.
and could anyone tell me why, for no apparent reason, would someone just start talking with a slight british accent. (a bad one, at that)
i swear, you meet the weirdest fuckin people on 3rd shift.
yeah... bed.
im out like the fat kid in dodge ball.
She gets mad
and she starts to cry
she takes a swing but she can't hit
she dont mean no harm
she just dont know
what else to do about it
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