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I’ve depended upon many, many things. And all I do is take it in, and breathe it out.

I want to sleep on it- I refuse to feel the way I do. I refuse to do the things you say. Maybe… its for the better? It is for the better, you overreacting, overthinkin’ lunatic. It is.

I can’t help, but feel this way.

I’m so tired, I’m so sorry- I just want to sleep so badly, for just so much longer.

wired and crack

Fuck, everything that I came to love, slowly disappears into a disappointing mist of what could.

Hmm, well I guess I can cross it out.  Though its entirely up to if it hasn’t been wasted yet, which I’m pretty sure it has. Damn.

Penji boarding is what we did last weekend. I felt empty, falsity, and warded off. I acted out of foolish girl tendencies I promised to not let out. And yet… it came.  Now I have nothing remotely interesting to look forward to, ’cause I just jinxed myself.

Damn me, yet again.

I wonder– when will I ever learn?