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And here I am, balling my eyes out because of things that happened so long ago. And to think, one dream about someone brought all this about. I wish I never had dreams, they bring back so many memories, some good, some bad, but overall, things I want to not think about because I wind up in a hole of depression which I thought I could handle but now know I can't because these tears keep coming and all I want to do is go back to how things were. Life throws me some fucked up curve balls, and I know why, but I don't want to talk about it. I am going to go cry myself to sleep and try to not think about what other people think about me cause it's gettin to me like a mother fucker, and i know i shouldnt admit because people that talk about people do it because they want it to get to em, and i shouldn't let it get to me becasue i'm stronger than that or something, but i'm not, and i don't care if people know that i'm weak, yeah, so fuckin what, people have weaknesses, and all you fuckin no good bastards can think what you want, i dont fucking care. I'm human, I have feelings just like anyone else, and I fucking make mistakes just like everyone else, but why do I get all the blame for everything? To think, this all came from reading old entries and old comments and old everything that'll never be the same and yet here I am, reading it anyway, letting myself go to that dark corner I use to dwell in. Fuck, what, fuck, there's no point. Fuck this shit, I'm out.