I'm just sitting here crying my eyes out over things I can't even think about, let alone type...
and I don't know what to do. There's just too much stuff out there. How can you escape it all?
If you're at your house, and your family is at your house, but you say to yourself, I want to go home anyway... what does that mean? And where's your real home?
love you noah... call me soon...
-lora
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Awwwwww.. Lora...
yeah... slightly annoying mood of despair, huh.
anyway...
your band was awesome today!! ^_^
love ya
lora
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