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You Could Be Happy

You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far

Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true

How do you "stop worrying" about someone?  *sighs*

I hate questions that I don't have answers to.  I can't seem to sleep anymore, it's a combination of work, the playoffs, life around the home, lack of a life outside of it.  

My brain needs an off switch.



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Oct. 24th, 2006 05:53 am (UTC)
I hear ya, Gibby. I think I'll just bonk myself in the head with a hammer or something.

Sometimes I really don't know what to do with myself. Restless. Like my insides are pounding against my chest.

Hey, hope to see you Friday...
Oct. 24th, 2006 12:40 pm (UTC)
We should just bonk each other. Umm...wait, yeah...hahahaha. Soooo, how's umm...stuff?
Oct. 25th, 2006 04:54 am (UTC)
Hahahahahaha! Missed this response when I posted my other comment to your recent entry.

Gutter Gil!
Oct. 25th, 2006 01:55 pm (UTC)
Moi? I'm as pure as the white snow.
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