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I cant figure a name for them just yet, so I am calling him (her?) Fred for the moment. He walks beside, and slightly behind me. He's not of a form I'm used to, but I can't see him well enough to make it out. He's been with me for some time now, but I've...
But I cant tell you. You dont even want to hear it. I dont know why i love you, or why when I am away from you i feel sick to my stomach and paniced. Its probably becuase I am just so weak. Weak as a person, weak in character, and frightened to death of...
i dont even want help... i just want out. I wish i could just go away for awhile... just close the doors and windows, shut the blinds, crawl under my covers and disapear. there is just no point. I dont want to do anything, i have no goals, no aspirations...
Because i dont feel angry... I just feel dead. And trapped. I just dont want to play this game anymore. I feel as if i wish that i could just erase my existance from the start, and and just let some aborted fetus take my place or something. I know I cant...
the shit has hit the fan.
Why isnt there an easy answer? I really just more than dislike all this... there has to be an answer to it all. Besides door A or B. Or the lottery. That seems very unlikey...
Damn it all, i hate that not being all i...
I need someone to either vindicate me or tell me I'm totally off, because I can't get this out of my head!!!
So, there is this variety theater production that I take part in, and it happens 3 to 4 times a year, and in the spirit of variety, all part...
So, i am on the generic version of weburtin, and today is day three. And I feel SO strange. I dont know if its from not sleeping last night, or if not sleeping last night was caused by it or what... but i feel like my head is in a box or something. I'm d...
Trust is peace.
Trust is being able to give you a chainsaw, a jar of ants and a whore, and being able to lay naked on the floor beside you without as much as wrinkling my forehead in worry.


my dream...
you'd lay next to m...

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I cant do paper journals. I cant write fast enough, and I cant keep track of them....