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Maybe there's enough angst in good old livejournal to make me feel better about my own life. Ah, if any of you even knew.. had even an inkling of what I've gotten myself into over the past year and a half. but I hide. I hide because I can't run. I can't or I won't? The hiding spots are the same though.. I bet you can find me! *Sigh* The world used to seem so much bigger. Life used to seem so full of love. I used to feel like I could be everywhere at once. I could have exploded with all that was was inside of me. But no. no no no. What am I saying? This is a verrry familiar feeling of emptiness. or apathy. I want to feel free. I don't even care about being free anymore. I just want the illusion of it.