Worth saying...

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Of course…

I was right in my assumption.

No phone calls. No questions. No one really cares.

Whatever. Guess I’m just not as “valuble” as others.

Less sickness. Less stress. More sleep. More time to do what I want to do for my favorite month of the year.

I’m pretty sure I win.

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September 17 at 8am

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I quit.

I don’t even know what to do anymore.

I don’t like my job.

I don’t like where my life is headed.

I don’t like my relationship(or lack thereof) status.

*sigh*

So many other things in my head that I can NEVER get out. I can’t bring myself to do it. I don’t want to complain. Yet I do it anyways. Complain. Like a broken record. And I’m annoying myself.

I don’t feel misrable. I feel…

Alone?

I think that’s the word I’m searching for.

Sometimes it’s not just the friends you have. It’s always something more.

Something else is missing. I need to find that puzzle piece…

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August 7 at 2am

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Ah life…

…how you throw crazy shit my way and I do nothing but fuck it up further.

I knew what I was getting into. Yet I let myself surpass what it should have been.

Fuck me.

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July 9 at 2am

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People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
Jim Morrison

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June 30 at 4pm

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Who I am.

Who I am.

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