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| I talk too much. I share too much. and in the end it is used against me.
dont expect anymore entries
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| What is there for me to say? A lot has happened.
but does that mean that I have a lot to say?
no.
It means that I am going to just see what happened as another event in my life that helps me grow.
of course, this is where the difference is between teenagers and grownups.
We're still learning.
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There is no way out, i suppose but there is always a way in. Life itself proves this. You want out of life, you get in to death. you want out of a relationship, but you go in to being single and loveless. There is no escape. You are never going to get out, without getting into something else.
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Where do you think You're going? Nowhere? Just by keeping your feet where they are means you are somewhere. Nowhere is something that only can be mentioned, not shown. Even if you are not moving, you are somewhere.
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Last one.
Why do we think so much? Why were we given the ability to think? It only makes everything more complicated. The fact that this is written is the result of someone's thinking. Why must there always be a point? Why must there be none?
Why?
that is the worst word a human ever invented.
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| why does it bother me so much? why does she keep bringing him? up its like killing me.
i cant stand it its killing me enough those thoughts pasing through my head eveyry single day. and now seeing those pictures just triggers it even more.
and she still brings his name up
even when i told her just hearing it made me think. she still does it
why does this get to me
STOP DAMMIT STOP
go away
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| eleven weeks i have been in a relationship
thats long i guess
i have nothing much to say but that i miss her so much
and that im going to not be feeling good. not even when this day is over.
i hate talking like this
but im a bad talker
words have never been my friend
or is it words never have been my friend?
see?
lemme finish right here
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| yea pretty cool...
ive been haunted by disturbing images lately. i wont go into that.
but its hard and its painful.
im not living in reality. im living in imaginations,
in reality, i constantly lose, am always the small one,
one day my voice will be heard. maybe not now, but it will.
later.
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