Sometimes, I wonder just how many of my headaches come from being around people who piss me the hell off and forcing myself to smile.
Sometimes, I wonder if I am too broken.
Sometimes, I think I've read too much PostSecret.
Sometimes, I smile when all I really want to do is let the walls come down and just cry.
Sometimes, I really just want to tell everyone how I really feel about them.
Sometimes, I KNOW I've read too much PostSecret.
Sometimes, I just get a style of writing stuck in my head.
Sometimes, I wonder why I didn't just do what I was planning years ago on doing on this past January 11.
Sometimes, I wonder if I am too broken.
Sometimes, I think I've read too much PostSecret.
Sometimes, I smile when all I really want to do is let the walls come down and just cry.
Sometimes, I really just want to tell everyone how I really feel about them.
Sometimes, I KNOW I've read too much PostSecret.
Sometimes, I just get a style of writing stuck in my head.
Sometimes, I wonder why I didn't just do what I was planning years ago on doing on this past January 11.
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