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"My memory is good but short."
I feel myself slowly falling apart. As everyday passes, I feel more and more unlike myself. My conversation is
meaningless. My company is wasteful.
I keep thinking back to last summer and my misery. I never told anyone but I was filled with disgust and confusion
and pain. My life has since moved forward at a steadfast pace(does that work?).. It doesn't matter why I felt that way.
It is behind me now. I have learned how to take pass experiences, learn from them and grow. But remembering how I
felt only makes me NOT want to ever feel that way again. And in some ways I find myself trying to figure out ways to
avoid the path.
I believe this apartment depresses me. There is nothing here but a bunch of me. I love coming home to myself but it is
starting to drive me insane. I want to move. But I wouldn't know where to go.
The purpose behind this entry-- I have talked about it. I have thought about it. Now, I want to forget about it.
I feel myself slowly falling apart. As everyday passes, I feel more and more unlike myself. My conversation is
meaningless. My company is wasteful.
I keep thinking back to last summer and my misery. I never told anyone but I was filled with disgust and confusion
and pain. My life has since moved forward at a steadfast pace(does that work?).. It doesn't matter why I felt that way.
It is behind me now. I have learned how to take pass experiences, learn from them and grow. But remembering how I
felt only makes me NOT want to ever feel that way again. And in some ways I find myself trying to figure out ways to
avoid the path.
I believe this apartment depresses me. There is nothing here but a bunch of me. I love coming home to myself but it is
starting to drive me insane. I want to move. But I wouldn't know where to go.
The purpose behind this entry-- I have talked about it. I have thought about it. Now, I want to forget about it.