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| 01:49am 05/09/2002 |
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music: pedro the lion [the longer I lay here]
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What I want I'll never get and what I've got I'm losing. |
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| 10:14pm 25/08/2002 |
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So broken...in pieces...my heart is so broken. Words can not describe this emptiness...carve a niche in this hollow and I find more vast nothing....a cherry bomb was dropped down this center...everything eviscerated. I want to run when theres no one to run to and the arms I aim to get to aren't their. They are twiddling thumbs and by his side..oblivious that I am existing. |
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| My emotions are bird bones |
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| 10:37pm 24/08/2002 |
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mood:  sad music: Coldplay, green eyes
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Its beginning to look like all of my entries will be about how lonely I am. But really, I am. Oh dear I am. I have no friends, no love. Nothing to wake up for but hope and hope is hollow and flighty like bird bones. Nothing is making it better, I want lights at the ends of my tunnels. |
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| I was alone, I was all by myself |
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| 05:17pm 23/08/2002 |
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music: Magnetic Fields, saddest story ever told
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Its kind of depressing to have no friends on here. I don't really have any friends offline either. I don't think I'm necessarily a bad person...these things happen. Hopefully this will be comforting. Hope hope hope. In the meantime I guess I'll play around and make my journal pretty (haha no) until someone talks to me. |
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