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Not Goodbye, just Goodnight.
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Mood:
freaking tired. but very desperate.
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Mugging becomes me.
I hate goodbyes.
So its goodnight.
I hope the next time I blog, the mood bar will read "jubilant". Not "depressing, suicidal, how-could-i-have-fucked-up-so-bad".
November 19.
One last thing. I have always believed and will continue to believe that...
The Race is Not Always to the Swift but to those who Keep Running.
I hate goodbyes.
So its goodnight.
I hope the next time I blog, the mood bar will read "jubilant". Not "depressing, suicidal, how-could-i-have-fucked-up-so-bad".
November 19.
One last thing. I have always believed and will continue to believe that...
The Race is Not Always to the Swift but to those who Keep Running.
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