Anyway I gave up on the NDP dance. Hehs.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart. Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere! - William Shakespeare, "Sonnet XCVII"
Current mood : pissed off.
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