fading like a wilted flower - mixed up, jumbled, confused.

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i trick myself into thinking i have nothing to say, that this book is empty because of a void in my mind, a void in my so-called creativity. it's hard to imagine my life without words, meaningful words, so this absence has made me fearful. fearful of a lot of things: of myself, of my life, of this journal. i cannot live this life in fear, as i've

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[pause4porno]

*hugs*
those words sound waaaaaaaaaaaaay too familiar

[sugarslide]

i understand completely.

i can never tell if im happy or sad either. ever. and the confusion of it all makes me even more depressed.

...but you're strong....one of my fave quotes: "the harder you fall, the higher you bounce"

thank about it ;)