Sep 23, 2002
New music. A new soundtrack for my little life. Nightmares. Lots of them. Dizzy with the heat. Startled by the cold. Facing great changes. And decisions. Who is this responsible girl who never had time not to be? To come home. To come down. To come off it all. I could make a religion of all this business.
It's good to clean things out every once in a while. You'd be amazed the things you find.
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