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Life sucks. I dont think the guy that I like likes me back. Oh well. I'm used to rejection. I went on vacation. It didn't turn out that good. I had to sit with a bunch of old people. Then when I got back to the hotel, something really really really bad happened to me and im not ready to admit that it really did, although I know for a fact that it did. I need someone to talk to about it, but I dont want to pile my problems onto theirs. Why do I feel the need to be so considerate of others. I plea and they don't hear. I show them and they look away. I release myself, and they just let me float on. Things are going back to the way they were before. Broken. I don't let anyone know how much it hurts to cry. I can barely admit it to myself. I saw this thing on TV about this girl who was about to get raped and she called the police and she manage to save herself. It brought back a lot of bad memories. I got my stitches taken out. They hurt really bad. I was almost tempted to open the wound back up, but then Becca called. If anyone is willing to lend an ear, Im willing to give them my soul.
~XXX~EMO~KAT~
~XXX~EMO~KAT~