Here I am at 3. Faked by the television programming that said it started at 1. Prematch started at 1, actual match started at 2.45!!! So here I am. Half time, 0-0. Seriously, I think I might be wasting my time. Come on Man utd!!! Wake up!
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Its on the tip of my tongue and its about all I can do to bite it and keep it from spilling it. So eager to tell it yet I must preserve its status as a secret. I know, do you know? Do you want to know?
Common sense is kinda hard to act upon. Its too easily swayed by feelings and thoughts. So my struggle to keep it in is present.
It will not work, so I keep it in. If it works then by all means I'll let it out. Rational, no?
Okay, I concede. I shall try my very best not to talk about it anyway. In the manner which I mean hinting like this yet not telling. Because its frustrating to read such entries. It kind of just leaves you hanging wandering whats it. then possibilities fly around your head and you just NEED to get it straight. But then I won't tell. So yeah, its kinda mean of me to not tell.
And I do! Trust me when I say that. But I cannot. For I know if I did all hell would break lose.
Then again maybe it won't. This world doesn't revolve around me. So I guess all hell would break lose in MY world. It would mess up a lot of good things in my life. Okay, maybe just that one thing. So in order to preserve it, I suffer the craziness of not telling.
