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Nov 18, 2007 15:31

I'm really not sure what prompted me to write.   I find myself with so much time on my hands...

If I could take one deep breath and exhale and feel normal again, I wouldn't do it.

I feel abandoned.  It's really not that bad. 
All of the people I truly care about have left this town.  Everyone picked up and traveled down the mountain, never really thinking about any sort of return.  I feel like I am now waiting.  I am in this period of my life where all I can do is "tough it out" and get the hell out of here.  Sometimes this results in my insides being completely dead.  Other times I just sleep.
Can I really start over? I have before... sort of.  I just change a little bit and hope the rest will take it's course on it's own.  But it never really happens that way.

So I was thinking the other night... I am sure I was not in any sort of normal state.
Why didn't things work? There are a million explanations.  There are more than a million reasons.  I put them all into one simple statement, though:  We both tried to live our lives as though they were movies.  Simply, we were just too into film.  The end.
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