Wednesday, Nov. 23, 2005 - 10:04 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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So Very Sad
I am so sad.
I don't even feel like writing about it.
What did I do in a past life?
Why does life do this to me?
Will it just be this way over and over and over til I die?
It has been this way for all my dating life.
Everytime I think 'oh, finally, all this waiting, of course, it was for THIS! THIS is the right thing that was what life was keeping me for', I think it for one day. Or three. Sometimes two weeks.
And everytime I just feel like charlie brown with lucy with the football.
If I don't go to kick it, I am not going for it, it is my own damn fault if I don't get to kick it.
If I do go to kick it, it is my own damn fault I fell flat on my back, since I am the one who went for it.
I am so sad.
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