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Dec 10, 2005 17:14

"you must feel helpless and a little out of control."

helpless isnt a word i want to repeat in front of a woman with a perfect manicure. Im suddemly acting like me and my mom can stand each other. but on monday i bolted myself in my room and screamed until all i could do was gasp because they left me home alone and the man fron the gas company knocked on the door to read the the meter. I feel helpless, i feel out of control. But no one knows what happened to us. and its never been said out loud; but something tells me im not allowed to tell. But when you force me to go to this school where the only thing i look forard to is seeing the one boy ill never have a chance with, where i can wait for the bells to ring and surround me with bodies. They looks just like me. They are the perfect camouflage. We might not even recognize ourselves among ourselves. I could call out to myself and i might walk right on by.

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