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[cosm3tics]

I've finally decided to take a step in my life. Time to tie up loose ends, unpack these boxes, make myself comfortable. I've strewn everything all over the floor this last year, stacked up box upon box as if I'm expecting to leave soon. I'm not leaving any time soon. I've come to realize that now.
I've also realized that my writing is really sloppy

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Yes, I suppose all of this is true.

[anonymous]

So, somethings can be pondered upon until you find yourself crying for no reason, but still we won't have an answer, will we? I do tend to piss people off... I can imagine you know who this is. I didn't really change... I never really have. My appearance has, perhaps, my actions vary, but I have not changed. Nobody could, or can, see who I am because I lurk in my own fear of letting anyone in. I'm sorry. I can't expres why I would become so furious for what seemed a stupid reason, nor can I explain why I could never find the heart to tell someone to get out of my life. Screening out my father was the result of me snapping and being unable to take that anymore. I don't trust people, but I trully do hope they trust me. I don't have best friends and I don't host slumber parties or go to parties or dances, instead I sit there wondering if anyone feels better knowing they can tell me things. Still, however, I find people ticked off at me 24-7 for one reason or another; because I won't trust them, or because I'm too cocky about