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apparently talking is supposed to help
... and sometimes it does
but other times I leave that space feeling enlightened and depressed at the same time
... my body doesn't know what to do with that
"they are never going to change"
well if things aren't ever going to change...
... then what's the point?
Im starting to realize that there may not be answers to the questions I seek so desperately to be answered
and that nothing really last forever
... you can never go home again
I want this to get better...
sleep without nightmares
wake without that pain in my chest
I want to be reminded what unconditional love feels like....
its almost my birthday
and Ill be a whole year older...
... still not myself
this endless seek for solitude is suffocating...
... Apparently this is healing