Feb. 23rd, 2009

rxelyn: (gold sunset)

it's the beginning of the end.

(I really detest the feeling of anticipation; churning in your gut, promising to mess with your head when you lay down for the night.)

tomorrow's forecast is strangely cryptic and well, let's hope my interpretation is correct.

if I don't make it through this time... I really think I will cry.



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