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I never fail to
analyze things so much that their beauty is gone and all that is left
is the peices I've torn it to. I think to much. I write to much. I care
too much. All I want to do is disconnect myself from the world and go
somewhere else. but I can't do it because I'm too afraid. Afraid of what? the unknown. I'm not brave and I'm done pretending to be. I'm unsure about my life and it scares the fucking shit out of me.
Christian asked me for advice on something today that I haven't figured out yet on my own. I felt bad. She's one of my best friends and I should have been there with the answers but I wasn't.
Kourtney asked me why things are happening today. I didn't know and again I felt bad. Kourtney of all people. I should have known what to say to make her feel better. I should have found the words to make her feel not so alone in that lonesome country. but I didn't have the answers. I looked, they weren't there.
other people ask me for answers and I don't know what to say to them. I'm all out of advice. I'm not together like everyone thinks I am. I'm fucking a mess and I'm sick of acting otherwise.
Christian asked me for advice on something today that I haven't figured out yet on my own. I felt bad. She's one of my best friends and I should have been there with the answers but I wasn't.
Kourtney asked me why things are happening today. I didn't know and again I felt bad. Kourtney of all people. I should have known what to say to make her feel better. I should have found the words to make her feel not so alone in that lonesome country. but I didn't have the answers. I looked, they weren't there.
other people ask me for answers and I don't know what to say to them. I'm all out of advice. I'm not together like everyone thinks I am. I'm fucking a mess and I'm sick of acting otherwise.