My friends told me to stop worrying. My mum told me to stop thinking too much about the future. Maybe I need to stop thinking. If all goes according to plan, I guess working 8 to 5 every day for 2 months will help me take my mind off a lot of things. Hopefully.
Unless there's another way..
Ah, fuck grand statements. Where's my beer?
Sunday, 2 November 2008
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You gotta plow through life, my man. It's not a smooth road ahead.
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