Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I want things to be how they used too. 
I want you to come home and for you to be safe.
I want you to realise you have a life here, someone to fall back on.
Dad's 50th was good, I got pretty drunk. 
Interview went well, They haven't called yet, I'm pretty upset about it. 
Oh well.

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