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What is it about this time of year? I wish I could explain how I feel like I'm being followed (figuratively of course) and it makes me sad. It makes me sad because I don't wanna have doubts about things. But my star, I do not doubt how it is that I feel...I know too well how I feel. I'm afraid I might be alone in that. It's paranoia. Maybe it's my unrelenting need for your attention and affection. I don't know what it is.
I need to post in this here journal more.
Except everytime I want to I think about people reading it. And Judgements. And how I'm just a lonely person when there's no reason at all for me to feel lonely. Who cares, anyway? I get mad at myself when I express things like this cause it seems like a ploy for sympathy. It's not. And I hate weaknesses in myself. In other people I can accept them. Not in me.
I need to post in this here journal more.
Except everytime I want to I think about people reading it. And Judgements. And how I'm just a lonely person when there's no reason at all for me to feel lonely. Who cares, anyway? I get mad at myself when I express things like this cause it seems like a ploy for sympathy. It's not. And I hate weaknesses in myself. In other people I can accept them. Not in me.