Meaningless Rambling
I sit here in my bed a 1 o'clock in the morning listening to moby. Theirs no one to talk to on aim, which makes me sad. But on the larger scale I sit here wondering about life. My life to be exact. Do I serve a purpose in this chaotic world or am I just another person, am I important to anyone. I never realized how lonely the night is, maybe that's why I am writing this right now. Yet I have no idea if anyone will respond... ahh i don't know what im saying
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I was really tired, that night. dont listen to me
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