| hello razor |
[Nov. 3rd, 2003|04:48 pm] |
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I really don't know what to say. My short entries lately have been due to the lack of knowing exactly what I feel. I'm not sure what to say, because it seems like my feelings change five minutes later. It's useless. When I do know how I'm feeling, I'm too afraid to even be forward about it. I feel as if all I ever do is hurt people, and I hate it. Sometimes I think that for the past six months I have made up every feeling that I have felt. (Minus the past week or so when I discovered this)--I think they were never even there; Just something I made up in my head to seem normal. Or something I put there because it's what seemed should be there, or it's what I thought I was supposed to feel.
me - *hides her face and lays on his bare chest, crying but trying to hide it. her tears fall onto his skin.*
him - you act like i can't feel them.
fuck it.
this is just getting way too fucking hard.
was it good? was it worth breaking me? did it taste good, doll? did you forget? do you ever? |
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