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only even signed on in order to see a group you have to add.
but i guess there's so many things going on in my life that i might as well vent here. and ask some questions that i already know the answer to, but am too afraid to admit it.
i don't feel anything anymore.
i'm not sure when that started.
i didn't even recognize that as being numb until dennis pointed it out today.
i'm not sure if it's because of the drugs or the broken heart or all the disapointments leading up to this point, but i know that it something changed me, and now i don't know how to feel again.
time goes by quickly.
or slowly.
mostly, quickly.
it's already november?
i think i died in june.
and my brain is just too tired to catch up with my body to realize it.
boys are driving me crazy.
i've never been the kind of person who wants to be with anything who so much as looks nice from afar. i once believed in true love and passion.
the problem was, i finally found someone who i could possibly love.
he didn't want me, or a relationship.
i'm still not over him.
but at least i'm over chris.
at least i'm over the evilest, cruelest person i've met.
who i almost fell in love with.
and maybe for a moment did.
life is what you make it.
i make it meaningless.
i make it wasteful
i make it filled with chemicals and broken promises
i make it into a different kind of escape.
i make it into an overexposed photograph
i make it into the song that repeats over and over again in my head.
the one you know all the lyrics to, but can't remember.
but i guess there's so many things going on in my life that i might as well vent here. and ask some questions that i already know the answer to, but am too afraid to admit it.
i don't feel anything anymore.
i'm not sure when that started.
i didn't even recognize that as being numb until dennis pointed it out today.
i'm not sure if it's because of the drugs or the broken heart or all the disapointments leading up to this point, but i know that it something changed me, and now i don't know how to feel again.
time goes by quickly.
or slowly.
mostly, quickly.
it's already november?
i think i died in june.
and my brain is just too tired to catch up with my body to realize it.
boys are driving me crazy.
i've never been the kind of person who wants to be with anything who so much as looks nice from afar. i once believed in true love and passion.
the problem was, i finally found someone who i could possibly love.
he didn't want me, or a relationship.
i'm still not over him.
but at least i'm over chris.
at least i'm over the evilest, cruelest person i've met.
who i almost fell in love with.
and maybe for a moment did.
life is what you make it.
i make it meaningless.
i make it wasteful
i make it filled with chemicals and broken promises
i make it into a different kind of escape.
i make it into an overexposed photograph
i make it into the song that repeats over and over again in my head.
the one you know all the lyrics to, but can't remember.