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Monday, September 03, 2007

i'm buried under my green blanket. rahr. :(
i'm wearing my green indie cooling dress. rahr. :[
i'm in love with the colour green. rahr. :P
green, green and more green.
the trees are green.
the grass is green.
my polo tee is green.
and my pen is green.
rahr, rahr, rahr.
i'm depressed, sinking into the depths of dirty green.
depressed isn't exactly sad. but i'm kinda sad.
no angsty uproar.
no outrage of emotions.
i just need to bury myself under my green blanket,
and scream.
cause i've got no mood for almost anything.


(roar, you *****)