I have no deep dark secrets. I like to pop zits and squeeze my ears so pus comes out the earring holes. I like when my earrings get crusties on them. Sometimes I pick my noise but I don't eat it.
Words of a Stranger...
anonymous
March 11 2006, 20:58:18 UTC
There comes a moment when realizations strike. Some call it "truth." Perhaps little things have warned of what was about to occur all along; perhaps people were ignorant. Perhaps. Yet when the instance comes, the force is so great it knocks the breath out of you, crushing your reality. Words such as "I wish things were different" make little difference. Then there are other days when I wonder if there is ever a cure for loneliness. The world seems to empty. I am human, nothing more. I will die, so will others surrounded by my presence. Where is the meaning? In solitude and in suffering. Perhaps these things give me a vision to see this world from a different facet than others. But the fact remains how cold this place is. Devoid of a trace of empathy. I am trapped.
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I feel you.
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