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wow, an overwhelming feeling of sadness just ran over me like a harsh winter breeze.
I cant piece together what i just read quicky enough.
I need to call stacy, go to sleep, and never, ever read nor acknowledge the fact that its there again.
sometimes someone feels so strongly, that no matter how hard they try to think logically, logic looks like a foreign language that you are yearning to learn. at times i cant help but feel like someone born blind in the middle of a art museum. That i know that there are beautiful displays of colour and emotion around me, if i could only open up my sences and witness what others have so sincerly proffessed as beautiful. I want to see the truth. I need to hear truth. Ive gone so long with these false prophecies, imagined dreams, and fake expiriences that i am drowing in a sea of fabricated security. i just cant seem to tell myself what i want and do not want anymore. I have become an inatimate object. Eyes that dont see, ears that dont hear, hand that cant touch. Im living a warmer sence of death. I walk a heavier case of sleep.
geeze, somebody save me. I dont care how you do it, just stay, stay, come on. Ive been waiting for you . Im still waiting for you.
Is it difficult to understand the incoherant ramblings of a teenage girl?
sincerly Love,
Me.