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I don't love you to death but I'd die if you left.
On Wednesday, Oct. 25, 2006 at 11:57 p.m.

I'm out of place and out of touch. I find myself daydreaming about Vegas, summer, and holiday activities. I find with every year, every event seems less important. When I was little I cried one Haloween because it was over. It seems so insignifigant now.

I think I'm pushing people away but I'm not sure. Things that would typically bother me inspire little reaction. Maybe I'm figuring out what matters, adopting a more minimalistic approach to living. Or maybe the apathy is spreading.

I don't want to be a cliche. I don't want to bring anyone down. I don't remember what it's like to stay on track. I can get there. I can get to happy but it never sticks for long. I don't want to be hurting anyone else. I feel selfish but I don't know if that's the case. Self-preservation is the only thing that makes sense and it still rings untrue.



hold me close like we both died
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