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Now I can breathe
turn my insides out and smother me.
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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
avant garde. The worst thing is holding on to someone who doesn’t want to be held on to. I feel like a total captive, trapped in a room without anyone in sight. Its just me, in the room, alone and lonely, no one I can possible rely on. I feel like a nomad, having no aim or destination. Having no given route to take and even if there was a specific route, I wouldn't know where it would take me and how I'm gonna get there. I have no endeavors and I don't think I'll be able to achieve any with my pessimistic attitudes towards everything every time I fail to execute a task given to me. I feel like a one man show, having to think/know that I'm the only one that's able to get everything done on time and completed the right way, cause I'm egoistic and keep assuming that other people can't be relied on and/or would totally just mess things up. I'm a perfect epitome of disaster and mostly narcissism. I'm holding on to things that should be let go a long long time ago. |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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