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[chipmunkytease]

I'm just like a pot of clay, waiting to be molded by loving hands. Unable to shape myself, without no identity, waiting for someone to cure, burn, push, control me. I am sick, sick of not being, not breathing, only exhausting myself until I harden into a piece of useless, unusability

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[mistresssavanna]

I can relate to your second paragraph. I used to go "why do people just sit around and let it all pass them by?" Now I'm one of those people knowing I have to do SOMETHING to start shaping my future but can't motivate myself at all.

Hopefully we'll both get through it!

[x__insertcliche]

I love you. Keep your head up.

[ohherotomania]

natalieeee. it's chelsea. i deleted my other one.