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Cryptic and Crappy, just like you like it I had started writing this blog post. And it was going to be great. Really. And then, Firefox froze for some reason and I lost it. I get so drained when that happened. I can never reproduce my writing if it's lost. I'll try tomorrow or something. I've been really emotional all day long. And by all counts, it should have been a good day. But for whatever reason, tonight has been really miserable for me and I know why but I don't really, really know why. How can it only be 10:55 at night? It feels like I've been awake for years. It feels like I've been alive for hundreds of years. How can people possibly live to be 100 years old? How can people stand to have feelings and thoughts for that long? Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself And covered with a perfect shell Such a charming, beautiful exterior Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes Perfect posture, but you're barely scraping by But you're barely scraping by This is one time, this is one time That you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone Or anyone at all...or anyone at all And the grave that you refuse to leave The refuge that you've built to flee The places that you've come to fear the most It's the place that you have come to fear the most Current Music: The places you have come to fear the most - Dashboard Confessionalscribbled mystickeeper at 11:11 PM  
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