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    After 22 years I finally understand why… 22 fucking years, with no Idea.. I finally understand.

    • 6 months ago
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    Today was a beautiful day.

    • 7 months ago
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    6:16 p.m. - I know, what you show me isn’t you… Then again it is. I know what you say isn’t what you want, but what you want isn’t what you need. Enjoy the facade that we create, let us revel upon our ideals before reality consumes our charade. We’ll hold this world upon our shoulders for how ever long we have to. For the picture that we paint is all that needs to be seen.

    • 7 months ago
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    3:11 p.m. - I’ve stopped caring for words, and trivial conversation.. Most people say they are willing to listen, but without realizing it, its just them waiting. As they try to think of a response to what they feel like you should hear. Instead of providing complete sympathy and understanding. The conversation turns into “what should I say next,” a futile game that plagues a narcissistic generation afflicted with A.D.D. With everyone just fucking talking “at” one another, it’s truly a rare occasion to see someone that thinks of something other than themselves. Talk is cheap, I don’t even fucking bother anymore.

    • 7 months ago
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    Losing someone unexpectedly that is close to you is devastating, trying to wake their lifeless body when you wake up yourself… I wouldn’t even be able to describe the pain to you. Man I miss you. Exactly one year ago you were on this meaningless world of ours. Bro ill always miss you, you’ll never be forgotten. Hopefully you’ve found happiness on the other-side. Peace.

    • 7 months ago
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    1:39 p.m. - I have wandered to far off into the past. I’m afraid, I will forever be less than contemporary. With small aspirations of trying, I manage to fail, so I’ll try and I’ll try again. Till’ the light that I covet and imagine so greatly in my dreams, fades away.

    • 8 months ago

    8:41 a.m. - I look out the window, not for a brighter future, but for a reason of existence. Something to provide meaning to a meaningless world. Will I still feel this way in a week? a month? a year? Chances are that I will forget, I always forget. A life of thoughtlessness. 

    • 8 months ago
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    5:15 a.m.- Scavenge what is left, the rest is lost and will not be found. Recycle the past, rebuild the future. Re-innovate a new existence.

    • 8 months ago

    Speak louder, when no one can hear you.

    Seek words, that they can comprehend.

    Listen carefully, you may not like what you hear.

    • 8 months ago
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    11:46 p.m. - I am a possible insomniac heavily afflicted with anxiety and mild depression. The only time I feel grounded is when I’m incredibly inebriated or stay awake long enough I can’t remember when I last woke up. I can’t be delirious forever, some part of me has to notice or be aware of the things around me. At this point I can’t figure out what went wrong, I used to be so happy… I used to be “normal..”

    • 8 months ago

    8:30 p.m - The worst thing I could do for myself is say I don’t care. Trying to act like it matters, I eventually decide that its all relative. Every interaction, every word spoken, every thought concluded. Why can’t I feel anything anymore?!

    • 8 months ago
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    2:50 p.m. “Don’t worry.. it will get better.” - Me trying to be optimistic.. haha. Ironically I sit here and watch everything around me slowly decline. What’s fucked up is that.. I’m not doing anything to fix it. Honestly, I don’t think I could make things better if I tried. My persistent need to be apathetic about everything is so depressing I can’t even describe to you how worthless and insignificant it feels. Half of me feels like its gone missing, and the black hole left in its wake grows immensely with every day that passes. No worries though, it will get better.

    • 8 months ago

    When all we want is acceptance, even we mitigate our own value. Should we be entitled to something that we can’t even give ourselves?

    • 8 months ago

    I fucking hate public opinion.

    • 8 months ago
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    Even if we hung out I wouldn’t have anything to say, my mind would be wandering erratically, imagining and contemplating the phenomenon that consists of us… the words I want to speak turn out to be everything but dismally turn into nothing. Only hoping to find a rational thought process, I eventually conclude that, “all I really want to do is just be around you.”

    • 8 months ago
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