4:15 p.m. - 2008-06-04
Given the chance, I will fail. I do not know what that says about me.
Anger. Hatred, Disappointment. Yet living up to my expectations. Cold hearted. Entirely bummed. Wholeheartedly feel like I am failing everyone, especially myself. Annoyed to be taking myself so seriously. Anxious to recognize you each time you come home. And exhausted from torturing myself. In this together? Who the hell knows. I didn't want Obama.
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