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I hate when I'm being completely serious, and I sound so...stupid. It's so hard to really say what I feel. Missing you isn't just the words I say when you aren't here. I can feel you missing, and it almost hurts. I can feel you like a phantom limb, and it's like a part of my chest has been torn away. I can feel how lonely my cheek is without ( Read more... )

1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your favorite song ( Read more... )

I slept four hours before I woke up...with blood all over my face and pillow. Aparently, my blood clots came out in my sleep. Now my face hurts really bad. Kirsten, I need you.

I'm so fucking pissed.

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I just saw Elton John from the front row!

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I can't believe I just did that. I just keep fucking myself over and over.

I just can't handle being touched right now.

*sigh*

I'm so confused.

Sitting on this cold concrete step that I seem to be all too familiar with, I come to realize the nothing that I am. The night’s assortment of shades of gray shows only an outline of our man-made wilderness; however, standing in front of me is God’s most beautiful creation, a tree. It stands so tall and strong, casting a shadow from the rising ( Read more... )

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