| I don't know if I can make it... |
[08 Jan 2006|11:13pm] |
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music |
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"Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach |
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I wake up feeling like a punching bag. Christ I think I look like one. *Shakes head* Between getting yelled at by the old man and the shrew I couldn't handle myself. I lost my head. I lost my will. I'm the coward. I hadn't planned on going to this blasted party, or to even bother showing up intoxicated. However I did, and I screwed up.
I have nothing....
I lost my friends....
I fucked myself over...
I created this mess...but now I have to take it like a man....
( Private to Chouji ) ( Private to Ino ) ( Private to Temari )
I don't know if I'll be okay. I don't know what to do...but I will try...
( I feel irrational... )
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