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Sep 07, 2008 02:41

im so sick of myself, and now i know exactly what's my problem and it sucks to admit it. i'm always left alone, i'm always bitter. nothing is ever perfect. is that my problem? i want perfection.
erik gave off vibes like he was attracted to me still. he's probably the only person more confused than me right now. i wish i could live in a national park, and make hot dogs every night. i wish denis still loved me. and we could live off in seclusion somewhere where everyone forgot us and i didn't care. to not exist with someone is the ultimate goal for me. to be detached; to be void; the be disparate and to understand my surroundings is what i'm looking for most back from my time. i'm often living in cycles. revisiting my past.
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