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[souloverbored]

Some days are better than others. Today was a better day.

It scares me to think back to days like yesterday and remember things I have said, or now the things that I have written, and know that there is so much hurt inside of me. It terrifies me to think of this ugly creature that inhibits me; tearing at me, black cuts that poison me. But it is

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[eilseleslie]

I'm not sure who you are, but what you said in my livejournal definatly helped me in my life. Honestly, you inspired me to do my best, take some time for myself, and move on. And, I guess this is in reply to the entry you made before this (there was no place to leave comments), but I know that if I knew who you were, and knowing what you said to me, I'd definatly be sad if you died. Someone that changes lives in a COMMENT are sure to be amazing, wonderful people. I completely understand what you said on my livejournal, and I agree with it, and I really appreciate everything you've said. I must know you too, since I've somehow inspired you (which is beyond me, but thanks), and I don't know anyone that I wouldn't completely die inside for if they themselves died. Honestly.

I wish you the best, and I'm praying for "the person who left a comment on my livejournal." haha. Thanks

[souloverbored]

Yes, you do know me. But instead of having this journal as a place where I can complain about my life, I am using it to prose questions about life, to give people the world as I see it, to express my feelings with a certain level of ananomity. That way, I can truly express how I feel without the constant harrassment of "are you truly thinking of doing this?" and "Do you need to talk about it?" from the people that care about me. The answer is, yes, I do need to talk about it, and that is why I have taken this up