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i just spent time reading through your other entries... and so much of me feels semi-connected to you, and the rest of me just wants to shelter you because i ache so much for you. i want to be able to be brave and talk to you, but i don't know how to get that courage, i don't know how to start talking to you.
I think about how loneliness draws loneliness and how people perpetually bounce around each others insecurities. If everyone is inside themselves playing with anxiety, what does it matter what people think of each other? They're not even paying attention anyway. You said this to me some time ago.
i do not think i ask for very much from him at all. i do not ask for him to hold my hand when i am asleep or call me beautiful when i am awake. i do not expect him to be thinking of me when he reads certain words on certain pages. i have these dreams where he asks me how my day went for the first time in very long while.
i want to go back to that part of my life where i felt safe, no matter which way i turned to.
i wish we lived in a planet where days lasted more than twenty-for hours so that i could have time to do all the things i feel good about doing at the end of the day with no rush.
i have a hard time dealing with death and loss even though i only have had to deal with it as a concept (i've never lost anyone who was close to me). the idea of having to deal with it on a regular basis in my future job scares me.
i watched garden state yesterday and felt miserable when i left the room because it had been over. i wish that the feelings it caused in me lasted forever.
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I think about how loneliness draws loneliness and how people perpetually bounce around each others insecurities. If everyone is inside themselves playing with anxiety, what does it matter what people think of each other? They're not even paying attention anyway. You said this to me some time ago.
I wish you could breathe. I wish you simplicity.
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i wish we lived in a planet where days lasted more than twenty-for hours so that i could have time to do all the things i feel good about doing at the end of the day with no rush.
i have a hard time dealing with death and loss even though i only have had to deal with it as a concept (i've never lost anyone who was close to me). the idea of having to deal with it on a regular basis in my future job scares me.
i watched garden state yesterday and felt miserable when i left the room because it had been over. i wish that the feelings it caused in me lasted forever.
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this is not ineffective for drawing us
out, for sketching us formless
as we are
free time but is it
free time
?
if you live on a commune you should be called a communist, not a dirty hippie
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