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Everyone wants a piece of me. Everyone is so hungry for something inconceivable, so blindly reaching out for anything they can grab. &if they don't each get their share, they are stubborn and resentful. i can't be grabbed at anymore; i've been grabbed to pieces. i'm trying to distribute myself so evenly that i'm too thinly spread. i can't bring ( Read more... )

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There's something wonderful about the chaos that comes with being sick. Even though nothing gets done, the messy desk and staying in bed all day is refreshing relative to the structure of every day life. It is the only thing that breaks that structure. I'll spend all day sitting around alone at the house, reading, watching tv, surfing the web, and ( Read more... )

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I hate myself for feeling this way. i have nothing to write down on this blank page because i know that it will mean nothing to anyone and everyone that reads it. How can i even put my thoughts to paper when i dont even know what's going on in my head, besides all the homework i have to do and all the errands i need to get done? im completely ( Read more... )

Your Brain's Pattern
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