insomnia.

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I hate when I get caught between who I am and who I want to be. I always do everything for the people around me, in an attempt to make them happy. But it seems like anytime I try to do what I want, what makes me happy, I'm being selfish. I know right now I am, but I'm tired of trying to stop myself. God, it seems like the only possible good things ( Read more... )

I cannot believe tomorrow I start my last week of high school.
It's the beginning of the end. Soon it will be the end of the beginning.

                            What about the part where nothing feels real?
                  
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 These are nothing special.
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    I'm not sure its possible for me to be entirely happy. No matter how hard I grind
my teeth and swear 'this time is different' I always end up right back in the same
place, feeling this same sickness all over again. I think it scares me, happiness
- letting people see my teeth. I just want to look and the mirror and have the urge
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     I used to to do something beautiful with my hands, with my eyes, my mind.
                  I haven't seen things like that in what seems like forever
                                                 Now its only in your eyes.

                                                  I'm wondering were running ever gets us.

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