This will be my last public post...

[silencedeyes]

I hate myself.

When does the game you play become the life that you want? And how does the person you are trying to destroy develop a face and a heart you don't want to let go of.

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[bubbles]

I don't know you, but I'm a nosey bitch. After reading some of your journal I juat wanted to tell you that my heart goes out to you. It's pretty much meaningless and won't help you in your situation, and there is nothing I can do to help ease the pain of your past. But I can tell you that it sounds like we've had similar experiences and if it is any consolation at all, I'm still alive and you sound like a survivor (that sounded cheesy). Things get better, things get worse. Pain is relative. blah blah blah.

Everything will work out for you. Everything always does. Maybe not the way we want it to, but it always ends up being something.

Please forgive my benzo high self.