It makes me sad to think that my life has become a pile of hidden livejournals.

my life could very possibly be a masochist's dream.
[addicted to this song.]

I remember someone saying that livejournal bored them, because all the people were the same here, so much so that it became incredibly monotonous to read anything.
Go right fucking back to your little world where everyone's a different sort of same then.

I'm sick of people.

I know I'm not completely mad because the small amount of sanity that's left misses the other.

I'm choking with all the people around me, and I need them to move back, so that I can keep sinking into myself.

need to run again.

Standing still makes me feel like I'm moving so fast, and I feel like I'm going to tip over soon.

Since I forgot to remind myself before, this is the journal where no one tries to make things better.
Nothing is ever going to get better. Ever.

I've been found.