Revelation . . .

[tragicrequiem]

Finally, to bleed this dry; to snuff out the dying embers remaining inside. Having been filled with hate; consumed by remorse; taken by hopelessness; defeated entirely and left broken to die. Alone. To come to terms with this very simplest of facts; to move on. In many ways, this was to help that, to move on. To record, remember and learn. On some

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[blairie]

*Hugs.*

I don't have the right words to say, I won't try and make you promises about how everything will be okay or turn out alright. But I do care about you, dear. And I always will. That may not mean anything to you, but maybe someday I'll be good for something. :)

By the way, you have such an amazing way with words that makes me oh so jealous. You're brilliant, Zach.

[tragicrequiem]

Thank you Blair. It means quite a lot to me that you've said this; for anyone to say anything is more than I can ask.

Thank you. =)

[redsyren]

Goodbye, journal entries of tragicrequiem. I hope this end brings what it is you desire it to bring..

This isn't goodbye to the person behind tragicrequiem, but I wonder if conversations over an instant message box will ever show me you opened up as much as these journal entries show you? Who knows.. maybe I need to say hello more often? But sometimes your screenname just seems so distant.. Or is it me that is distant? ...Anyways...
This very well may be the last comment I post on this account, so I must say: goodbye, tragicrequiem.