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We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone.
We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling.
We want someone to explain the things we can't.
We love everything tied up neatly, easy, simple, and when we can't do that, it scares the hell out of us.
To not know the next step, where you're headed, kills.
Being unsure isn't in our plans.
I'm really sick of the disappointments. I'm sick of telling myself,"hey,maybe it's going to be different this time round" and having everything screw up in the end.
We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling.
We want someone to explain the things we can't.
We love everything tied up neatly, easy, simple, and when we can't do that, it scares the hell out of us.
To not know the next step, where you're headed, kills.
Being unsure isn't in our plans.
I'm really sick of the disappointments. I'm sick of telling myself,"hey,maybe it's going to be different this time round" and having everything screw up in the end.