Not throwing blame.

Not angry.

Just tired, paranoid, lonely.

Me, myself, I.

Searching through old journals to find something explicit.

Something to make what I have come to consider the truth, something to make that truth real.

To make it certain.

To confront the hurt.

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'Cos i can't lose it.
already lost so much.

but i'm gaining so much more.

xoxoxo

Comment here, and find out if you are deemed worthy of being directed to my new blog.

04/03/2006:
ask me a question about any of the following:

- friends
- sex
- music
- drugs
- love
- livejournal

no matter how rude, sexual, or confidential. then post this in your journal and see what questions you get asked.

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