sábado, 8 de novembro de 2008

It feels so good when stop...


Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.
What are you suffering for?
Your pride or some kind of personal war?

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