December 2011
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I want to talk to you. God I wanna talk to you. You haven’t messaged back, and I know you’re disappointed because I’m carrying out my plan to become a perfect stranger. Unlike you, I never grew up on a pedestal, and drinking away from sobriety isn’t my only source of fun, I had gone through horrible psychological states that you wouldn’t be able to handle. If getting...
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mrvonnegut asked: Fist bump. c(lll)
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I want you to know that after you I vowed to myself that I will never be the same.
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Truth is I’m not as sad as it seems. Somewhere down the road, down this very long dark road, I managed to take a glimpse the light of the end of my destination and I’m beginning to enjoy the present. Despite all that has happened, I won’t forget em, I did my best to comfort those memories with necessary emotions to convince myself that life really is bigger than just this and...
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I am not in pain, yet there is pain in me. I am not depressed, yet depression clings to me. Both not physically but mentally. I remember them, those very feelings that took turns to continuously stab at my heart. But that is now vague to me. I can finally say I have killed depression with my own hands, but, as a product of the past, it will come back to life some day. Misery loves company. Pain...
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Close Your Eyes
Imagine yourself in the middle of a city brought to ruins, dark clouds blocking the sun from shining down on you, and a hurricane drawing near. You run but the farther you go the faster that hurricane nears. And you finally understand why it keeps chasing you, the loneliest person in your world,
it wants you and only you the hunt won’t stop until it swallows you in keeping you in the palm...
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Reformation is all I need right now, the only thing I need. If you were to disassemble a watch and put the pieces in a box and shake it for a long time, expect that it will not fix itself. It exactly goes against the saying ‘time heals all’, but yet it doesn’t, of course, if you do put in the effort to re-assemble the pieces yourself. I’ve ran out of patience, time is...
