Who are you?

I think I hate you now more than ever. Maybe things need to balance and that's why.

Disgust is all I have for you. No more sympathy. No more longing. No more reminiscing. You are dead to me now. DEAD.

Nothing more than a journal, a screenname, an email address.

YOU ARE NOTHING

Privileged, a chosen few ( Read more... )

I don't care what you say and ( Read more... )

What's coming through is alive ( Read more... )

i need to find it.
a place most serene.
i need to escape from this existance.
i need to become something more.
i need to cut the binds that hold me down in this dark place.
i need you by my side.
but please don't hold my hand.
i can make it through.
i have to.
this is my only chance.

Welcome to my journal.
Born October 19, 2004.

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