Wednesday, September 11th, 2002 | 23:29
Do it for me.

I already hate the entry I posted an hour ago.
The last thing I'd want my funeral to be is depressing.
So she says, "I thought that too." I died a thousand times during the half second it took to register.
Everyone else will be somewhere and I will always be here.

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