ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- like an apple, cut right through me hey little apple blossom, what seems to be the problem? it's this time of night yet again and here i am all fucked up on the computer and sad. flashpapr played a show tonight and it was great, but i have nothing left to say about our songs and no new ways to play them tonight. we played one where i talked about the light at the end of the night, but it is not happening/. there ios no such light. one also where i sang about best friend. where? best friend, call home. eating all our food. iam all alone. hey little apple blossom. all the ones you tell your troubles to they don't really care for you. but i dont want to get drunk every single night and wait for a call or an e-mail to tell me how bad an apple i am. there's no final goal. ia m all alone. 2:05 a.m. - 8.14.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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