And It Was Her Last Winter

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the barren waste is your land, your crops, they were sown to die

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welcome to this rathole I call a blog. my posts are mainly about metal (oh yes ah \m/) and how mundane my life is. if you don't like the stuff here, go fuck yourself. no one gives a crap. you're a sad excuse for a human being.

Monday, 21 April 2008

i feel like fucking dying.
this point of time,i feel worthless
i'm sorry people.
i guess i'm not feeling like myself.

i'm sorry i'm not a good bestfriend.
i'm sorry.