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a rant. if you're attached to me, don't read.

Journal Entry: Tue Nov 10, 2009, 8:38 PM


(don't worry, i didn't trash any close friends)

How did you do it? I desperately need to know. How did you abandon reality and retreat to be alone? I just feel so lost and broken. Like shards of glass painfully reflecting surrounding disappointed faces. Faces feeling betrayed, full of scorn, contempt. Hurting those around it, not knowing how to help. I just want to be alone. Gorge myself till I explode. Gaining weight, body losing shape. I just want to disappear. Barely noticeable, like the sun into the night.
How do I manage to make everything worse, when I so desperately want to help? I want to be perfect. To be able to stop all the pain. I want to tear apart the barriers, I want to know who I am and what I want. I want to stop hurting. So badly. I want to revert to when there wasn't any hurt. But there's no such place. It's an imaginary thought. I just want this pain to go away. This monster devouring my soul. It's so tempting to distract myself with physical pain, something I can handle. Distract myself with food. with drawing. with writing. but it doesn't take it away. Let me fade quickly, so I can numbly go through the motions. Struggling to wake up, to meet peoples' faces, not knowing how they'll see you. Ups and downs exhausting, terrifying, for there's no control. Hold me, make it stop. I don't want to do this anymore. Why can't I withdraw? Gather what I've got. Instead I stumble through other peoples' lives, butting in where I'm only an obstacle, merely getting in the way. I'm slowly getting weaker. Life draining ounce by ounce. I don't know how to get out of this cycle. I don't know who to hold onto. I don't know how to hold on. Maybe just let me slip away, and everyone else's life will be okay..




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  • Mood: Suffering
  • Reading: well, supposed to be The Great Gatsby..
  • Eating: too much
  • Drinking: wonder what that's like..

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  • Current Residence: Utopia
  • deviantWEAR sizing preference: extra small
  • Interests: Dance, writing, theater
  • Favourite movie: Too many to choose from :)
  • Favourite band or musician: The Hush Sound or New York Voices
  • Favourite genre of music: Indie, pop rock, vocal jazz
  • Favourite artist: My friends <3
  • Favourite poet or writer: Anne McCaffery
  • Favourite style of art: Painting
  • Shell of choice: Sea
  • Wallpaper of choice: Colorful
  • Skin of choice: mine!
  • Favourite game: Hide and seek!
  • Personal Quote: There's a candle inside of you, that's waiting to be lit, kindled, cherished.
  • Tools of the Trade: pencil... dance shoes..

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:iconney-heshi:
'ello love! ^ ^

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There is something in this world we all seek. I, fortunately, have found it.
:iconsoulxposed:
Hey you! How are you? :glomp:

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I tear my heart open. I sew myself shut. My weakness is, that I care too much. And my scars remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel.
:iconney-heshi:
*is glomped* Haha, Im good. You?

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There is something in this world we all seek. I, fortunately, have found it.
:iconsoulxposed:
heh. maybe you should ask tomorrow. what have you been up to? anything fun this summer?

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I tear my heart open. I sew myself shut. My weakness is, that I care too much. And my scars remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel.
:iconney-heshi:
Just school... Andyou?

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There is something in this world we all seek. I, fortunately, have found it.
:iconney-heshi:
Greetings to my favorite poet!!!

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There is something in this world we all seek. I, fortunately, have found it.
:iconsoulxposed:
Doubt that :P How are you doing? Caught a glimpse of your journal, doesn't look too good. Keep your chin up. :hug:

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I tear my heart open. I sew myself shut. My weakness is, that I care too much. And my scars remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel.

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