19, the mess.












Friday, August 31

The hardest times of all, is when everything just mixes up and stir up all my random emotions.
And I mean everything. Even things which were not supposed to be taken into account in this context.

I'm coping, I'm coping, myself.
All alone.

Sigh, what a phase.
I cross my fingers and hope all goes well tomorrow.
Thanks alot yane.

I'm going back to Cedar tomorrow and am not particularly excited about it.

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