I see my reflection in the window, it looks different, so different than what you see...

[anomalousrhythm]

random writing:

I wish there was a way to know.
how it all will end
will I be alive 5 years from now?
will you still be my friend?
will anything I have now matter?
and who will really care,
if the world went on without me
like I was never here...

the way we used to laugh
the way we used to cry
the inside jokes we had
that always made us smile
thats the way that it should be.
but, what will you remember
when the world goes on without me?

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I don't know why I let these things get to me sometimes. I let so many things that have so little signifigince get to me when it shouldn't.
I have been getting the feeling that I have been slipping back into place. Back to the place I have struggled so hard to stay away from. I have been having trouble concentrating, I can't sleep, I haven't been hungry nearly as much, and I have been more outspoken. Everyday I care a bit less about something...and everything.

I dont feel like doing this anymore. there has to be another way.