Here lies my thoughts, feelings, loves, woes, tales, truths, fears, and dreams. Writing has been a place for me to test my boundaries, experiment with everything people don't accept me to be in person. With text, I am free.
Monday, January 31, 2011
I don't have anyone.
No one gives me what I need. What's the point? Why do I care so much about being fucking happy... I should just be okay with making other people feel happy sometimes.
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