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It's always surprising when you find that you've reached a truly happy full part of your life with good circumstances surrounding you and you find your spirits weak and negative. You find that you truly are sad underneath and no good weekend can make up for it or hide the truth.
I think that I'll always feel misunderstood. Or maybe it's just a facade that everyone puts up. We never really try to know one another. I couldn't begin to say what I really feel because it seems that people don't really want to know or know how to respond. Much like these journal entries. We're all friends on separate paths of this life, but when I reach my hand out to you, why don't you ever reach back?
I think that I'll always feel misunderstood. Or maybe it's just a facade that everyone puts up. We never really try to know one another. I couldn't begin to say what I really feel because it seems that people don't really want to know or know how to respond. Much like these journal entries. We're all friends on separate paths of this life, but when I reach my hand out to you, why don't you ever reach back?