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Sometimes theres just no one you can talk to. You know when you just get sad, and need to cry but you aren't really sure why. Todays been like that mostly. no tears yet. but mostly i've been thinking about other times when i feel like this, and its just that sometimes you don't have someone to talk to. You know if you did potentially call someone, it wouldn't help. Being alone when upset just feels most comoforting i suppose. I believe you can comfort yourself, I've done it before. I know the things one should hear. just some thought that probably only makes sense to me because its my mind and my thoughts.
on a lighter note. i really want to start writing and reading more. I picked up an old book called dreamland i read in middle school. It has a lot of material that i didn't understand when i was younger, and reading it again was so incredible. I loved it the first time i read it, the second time was so much more intense. I almost cried a few different occasions, but had to hold my face because i was in public haha. but for some reason the story and the reality of it and the strong sense of connection i had with the book really made me want to write. Not a book persay, but just write, and have things to look back on, and have them be beautiful and exciting. I have written in diarys before, they are always so boring...i want this experience to be different then just a diary.
i go home next weekend. thats all the strength i need to pull me through this week. keep focusing on next weekend.
on a lighter note. i really want to start writing and reading more. I picked up an old book called dreamland i read in middle school. It has a lot of material that i didn't understand when i was younger, and reading it again was so incredible. I loved it the first time i read it, the second time was so much more intense. I almost cried a few different occasions, but had to hold my face because i was in public haha. but for some reason the story and the reality of it and the strong sense of connection i had with the book really made me want to write. Not a book persay, but just write, and have things to look back on, and have them be beautiful and exciting. I have written in diarys before, they are always so boring...i want this experience to be different then just a diary.
i go home next weekend. thats all the strength i need to pull me through this week. keep focusing on next weekend.