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Tuesday, June 14, 2011 i think.. i can no longer tell the difference between how i actually feel and how i should feel. human interaction is starting to seem familiarly... alien (oxymoron!) now. i constantly catch myself in mid-sentence, spouting words i don't really mean. sometimes, i wonder if i really feel at all. how then, will i fare if i were to face another life-altering trial? what. the. fuck. this is weakness. i need to stop going through motion. maybe something needs changing. yes yes. change is good. change is needed. and it was night again -1:54 AM- |
"you can rest when you are dead". past entries.
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