Time. Something that never stops, but is limited to each individual person. Sometimes I can't help but feel I'm wasting mine. I have nothing to write about today, other then what may happen tomorrow. Today, was a day wasted. I haven't seen my dad since Christmas, and I miss him. I haven't even had the time to tell him that either, because I'm so busy.
Tomorrow I plan to make a mistake, and I already know what it's going to be. I have to work, have a family thing, and then, I'll do it. I know it's going to be a mistake. Question is, will I go through with it?
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