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Saturday, October 29, 2005
" not in the right place ; 5:16 PM "

I'm not feeling good.

I'm feeling plain like this blog and I'm just tired of everything around me.
I don't want any music in my life because a plain life
deserves no music.
Music is just noise to me now and the tv just sucks.
The computer is killing me and my blog is not beside me.
I want to post because I want to let this blog know something.
I'm misplaced.
I've been misplaced in every aspect of my life.
And now, I'm being misplaced by my blog.
I can't write anything positive because all I see is white white white.

I have no problems.
I have no worries.
But I do have problem+worries
= MY LIFE

xoxox



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