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Tonight is one of those nights where I want to throw up and listen to music that comforted my in the eighth grade. (There'd be crying involved but I always feel overheated and dehydrated afterwards.) And not because I'm depressed or life is bad - in fact, life (or day-to-day life anyways) is just dandy - but because I have a past that I can't help but reexplore and dwell upon.
Tonight is one of those nights where no one can ever help; even if they were there, no one can understand.
I hate these really vague and useless entries. They're, at least mine, are always so mono-facited, as if I feel only one emotion. But while I feel ashamed and beaten-up, I'm also excited and happy.
Tonight is one of those nights where no one can ever help; even if they were there, no one can understand.
I hate these really vague and useless entries. They're, at least mine, are always so mono-facited, as if I feel only one emotion. But while I feel ashamed and beaten-up, I'm also excited and happy.