Same Old Same Old Same Old Same Old Same Old Same...
Tired.
Guilty.
Paranoid.
Depressed.
Same old same old same old same..
I firmly believe that nothing ever changes, and everything repeats itself. Because this feels all too familiar. And two weeks from now, when she says no...I don't know how I'm going to deal with the miserable next three months.
Which will inevitably happen.
And there is simply nothing I can do that will make it otherwise.
Entry Song: Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths
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