Sunday, July 16, 2006

i read through the past, our past, your past, and it kills me everytime. even though i know what happens. it's like dirty dancing. or pretty woman. or friends. i know what's going to happen. yet it gets me. every single time.

the present is just a blissful state of ignorance. and wishful thinking.

the future? i could do without it.


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