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i feel sick. too much suicide talk and tears. alison's last coffee before leaving for school. i had the pleasure of witnessing it....and crying along to it. i can't say a lot because....i'm too teary eyed and a bit numb. i have to forget about a lot of things that will never be reality....but are pretty when spun as dreams in my head.
i'm a sick, sad, tired, soul.
give me love.
*EDIT*
my perception of journaling was always that it was about articulating your feelings and experiences the way you see fit. not to analyze the worth of others. there are better things to talk about.
AMEN.
i'm a sick, sad, tired, soul.
give me love.
*EDIT*
my perception of journaling was always that it was about articulating your feelings and experiences the way you see fit. not to analyze the worth of others. there are better things to talk about.
AMEN.