Sometimes. Sometimes I'm wondering exactly why I'm alive. It's not in any way suicidal thinking, just wondering. I have nothing. Nothing I love. Nothing I really burn for
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First I was thinking i should write something on my blog. Then I remembered all my friends read that and minding the nights occasion that wouldn't be popular. At all
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Since I already have a blog in which i write in my first language, I feel no need to post anything on this one. Besides, no one knows of this one since I'm only on LJ to maintain my dubious interests
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