sábado, 23 de abril de 2011

You just don't get it, do you?
Every single day I'm reminded I'm different. EVERYDAY.
Do you know what it feels like?
To just know that there's something so wrong about you that you must remember every day of every week that something's not quite right about you.
Off course you don't get it.
For you to understand you'd have to be as screwed up as I am.

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