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Sunday, September 25, 2005

i dun feel good...

i dun feel good botu many tyngs
i dun feel good fer nt stayin over at d chalet 2marow
dey did dis fer me...cz i said i dun haf d tyme in i want to make one
but den dey knew dat im very busy
its d peak...
i dun feel good...
im sorie...

i dun feel good wif my body
i bene hafin my on - off bullemic
and i hafnt been eatyn right
and i keep hafin headaches and sores all over
my permanent injured ankle hurts evry nyte
i haf weird dreams
sleepless nytes...
closin eyes and songs poised me difrnt realities
my eyes are visibly weak
and yes...
im draggin my feet...

i dun feel good bout it..
dun feel good botu assumin
dun feel good bout tynkin bout it...
did i do sumtyn?
mb fer reactyn
mb fer goin awae
mb fer being good
i wonder...
all d tyme

i dun feel good wif him attymes
i dun feel good bout lettyn him haf freedom
i dun feel good bout overprotectyn my bf / him at tymes
i dun feel good botu leavin him
i dun feel good bout stressin him up
i dun feel good

ive been fickle
ive been weak
i dunoe
mbits jus buildin me
well here it goes..
all over again
d bullemia
d writings
d dreams
d mood swings
and yes cursin
to go along
the song singin wif eyes close deep.....


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