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February 08, 2006

A year ago today.

Not precisely a year ago today. But a year ago nonetheless.

I was screaming at the amount of work in year 11. I didn't have much grey hairs back then.

Theres not much more to say. Oh yea, perhaps a bit chunk of my life that id much rather ignore. No, not forgot, but tuck away so i can eat it another day - like the left overs of a packet of chips.

I'll hide it away under the couch, and hopefully they'll stay fresh and hidden, so that maybe i can live off the crumbs when i'll laying on the floor helplessly, after my liver is crippled.

A year later, nothing has changed. Deja vu. Except im in yr12, and i have lots more grey hair, and im probably screaming a bit more. But on the inside this time.

Not much has changed.

guns-a-blazing; 9:25 PM

MYSELF;

` jimmy.

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