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Non voglio perderti

Sometimes I hate myself.

It doesn't show but I'm angry.

I'm angry that I was strong enough to do that, and yet I feel this way.

I'm angry that ever happened.

Its one of the few things I wish I could take back.

The anger is building inside of me like fucking lava.

I don't need to remember all that.

Sometimes I wish I knew everything in advance. Everything I needed to know right from birth so all this shit wouldn't happen ( Read more... )

I try so friggin hard to do it on my own.

Maybe I should have been more clear as to my wishes.

Maybe I shouldn't complain. Many I know have it worse off.

Maybe I just want to feel like I'm -doing- something.

I'm pretty sure no one reads my LJ. Thats ok. I'm not -that- offended. I'm boring, I know....:P

Or maybe its just cause I have had anything angry to rant about....I'm happy.

I'M HAPPY.

so there.

Do you ever feel like you can't do enough? Like there's always something else you could be doing, but if you do it, your head will explode, your world will end, and the gods would curse your family ( Read more... )

I'm happy.

I like my cake. In fact, I love it.

And if no one else likes it, I don't give a damn.

I have this insatiable urge to not give a damn anymore. Somehow, I know that can't be the best idea. But on the other hand, it would allow me to have what I want, consequence free (well, not entirely ( Read more... )

Time stands still for no one ( Read more... )