Fictional Autobiography
Everything might be fiction. Anything might be fact.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
I Can't Think of a Title
It's 1:05 AM in my clock, as of now. And I wanna cry myself to sleep.
Sadly (no pun intended), I can't cry.
This is so tragic.
Is this what they call depression?
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