<< For Laura Hoodie | Main | Moving Onwards >> November 26, 2004 >> But you don't mean a thing to me... Every time, I get a little bit angrier, a little bit more jaded and solid. I am building myself into invincibility, one miniscule crack at a time. I am constructing armor that nothing will ever be able to breach, and I will suffocate inside, safe and alone. This is my inevitability. This is a future to look forward to. And who breaks up over MSN, seriously. The text just stares at you long after the conversation's over, a tragedy frozen in time, history left on the screen. And I don't want it. Posted by Chris at 06:31 PM >> Commentations (7)
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