Moonlit Nights make me want to CRY out your name.

Shit
>>2003-12-08<< >>4:46 p.m.<<

No, shit is not better. I'm just singing along to Cold's "Suffocate" in order to reteach breathing to myself.

Pray for Tanner. He needs it. Because no matter how many times I tell him that I love him or how many times I tell him how much he means to me, he still only thinks about death. And as much as I hate it, I can't do anything to stop him. I can't change him no matter how much I want to. And it's killing me inside. I hope there's a room at the asylum reserved for me. I'll be using it before much longer I think.

..::Now the Moon::..---..::Has clouded Over::..

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