I don't understand myself, i don't understand the contradictory impulses, the need to be near other humans when i cannot bear to speak to them. I am becoming shyer, and more lonesome. I want home, the hills and hidden streams and endless forests and the quiet and the peace. And nothing is expected, i can curl for days with my books and records,
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i dont understand it either.
something is seriously fucked up.
clothe yourself in the warmth of dear dear friends. apparell many are without.
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that was just a bad moment... i love you dearly.
jenn
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