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It's 3:41 a.m. and I just watched Garden State. Alone. Twice. No, I'm not drunk. If you haven't watched it, and you are in love, watch it. Or maybe not, it makes you think. It made me think. And now I still can't sleep, because that picture next to my bed can't be alive and next to me. Is this bad, or rather good? I have no clue. But I can't stand the feeling anymore. Thank you Livejournal.com-crew, you give me the opportunity to write. It helps. Even more when you know that there are people who are reading it. Don't matter if they care or not. It helps the one who's writing it. Or does it just make things worse? Is it just helping to swallow down more shit? Because if it's swallowed, it's not there anymore. You think. But it's still there. At the very bottom, waiting for you to break down with the weight of it. I want to poop. To puke. Something that's helping getting all this shit out of me.
Thank you LJ-crew.
Thank you LJ-crew.