| Sunday, December 18, 2005 Getting tired, hating all I've known. Holding on, like it's all I have. Count me out, when it's clear that I, find it hard to say. And you, find it hard to care. This isn't hollywood. /results are tomorrow. i feel alright,calm. but yet nervous that i wont make it to sec 5. Dear Lord, all I need is 10 points./
love & rockets.
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