The first day of 2006 is officially over.. That's it, it's gone.. and before you know it, we'll be ringing in 2007.... Shit... Where does the time go, honestly? Time just flies.. It's not even attached to the notion of having fun anymore.. It just flies, arbitrarily, of it's own accord.. and we are left wondering where it went, why we didn't make better use of it.. Why the very concept of time, when you really think of it, drives straight to the center of everything you could call fear... It's so finite. You can't take it back, you can't take any of it back. It's like all of the potential of 2005 was wiped out in one stroke... the stroke of midnight. Everything that happened (or didn't happen) in 2005 is real. It's carved in stone for all eternity (whatever the hell that means)...

As the new year attempts to work it's way into my bloodstream and infiltrate my senses, I'm left with apprehension. I'm unsure of what lays ahead, fearful that this year will be (at its core) exactly like all the rest. Disappointing.... Unproductive.... Unfulfilling....

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Why does it have to be this way?

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Cause I'm broken when I'm open,
and I don't feel like I'm strong enough....

-Layla

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