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[aid] => mick
[title] => Worst Day Of The Year
[time] => 2006-01-29 14:46:54
[hometext] => Valentines Day... I have really bad luck. its like a curse. i hate it.
[bodytext] => Awake. I walk down the cold stairs. Wishing that it was just any old day. I see the signs my mom made, For my little sister. My sister who hasn't been hurt, At least not like I have. Everyone's smiling. "Happy Val---" No. Don't even say it. Shut up. Leave me alone. I walk through the kitchen, pretend to take my zoloft, and then leave. School. I walk, in the rain. Ipod blasting angry songs into my aching ears. Raindrops cover my face, hiding my tears. I get to school and my dread was confirmed, This is the worst day of the year. Everyone cheerful Smiling and laughing Hugging and kissing Cuddling and grasping Love fills the air, but my heart's filled with hate I walk around by myself All my friends with their mates Look over my shoulder, and I see my ex-boyfriend Wearing the hat I gave him, holding some other girl's hand I roll my eyes when he sees me, I pretend not to care but Lord knows I was wishing, It were me over there. The worst day of the year. Cursed with bad luck. A day of tears and pain, In the midst of all this lovey-dovey stuff I hate it, I hate it With all of my heart I'm jealous, I admit it Wishing I could take part. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 18 [informant] => princess_of_pain [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Holiday Poetry )
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