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Dear Diary, At some times, I don't know if I'm coming or going.
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All I know is: I have no idea aboot anything.
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| I'm not certain if I'm working, how my loans are, how stable my net connection is, what's goin on at home or anything. I'm just looking for a constant that isn't a liquid that'll get me drunk. | |
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So, once again, reality pokes in it's ugly head.
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| I liked you better when you just said 'Pants'. | |
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| And I liked it better when I knew that I could afford some. | |
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