Hello

I'm still breathing. Still making an ass of myself. Still appreciating the beauty in the things others call strange. Still here...

All good things are eleven

But it's not even ten yet. Can you see it, buried deep inside?

I don't know about you, but I'm quite bored. 

Bob the blob

Neither my head or body seems to fully wake up. The last couple of days have been... I don't know how to describe it. Unreal, dreamy. I feel like Bob the blob! Only less smart. (;

I hope I wake up soon.

I am naked, I have nothing left.
My bones are picked clean and riddled with regrets.
Nothing can touch me,I've nothing left to take. For I am naked, But I can never break...

Shiver me timbers!

I'm a pirate.

Weheheh

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Third time today.

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Bling bling

I'm panicking. My hands and arms are numb. I can't breathe... I can't stop it. I'm being thrown back 5 years in time, I'm losing it. Can't do this anymore. "Ride it out", she said. Ride it out... How? Writing ramblings...

I can't go through this again.
I'm not feeling sorry for myself. The easy misconceptions of the narrow minds. I don't know who I'm trying to explain to. Other than myself.

No-one is there, and there is nothing to say...

Can someone hold me and tell me things will be alright. Just lie to me, just for a little while...

Sometimes I wish I could be just like everyone else. Find joy in the little things. Find joy in other people. Join a chatsite, it seems to be popular. Too bad people don't interest me.
There's just too few interesting people out there that's really worth the effort of talking to. "Oh my, you're so pretty and look so interesting. Maybe we can hook up?"
I don't know. I tried an old site the other day. I rememberred rather quickly why I stopped using it. People are nothing more than attention seeking pseudointellectuals. Everyone wants to be smart and pretty on the internet.
Everyone is looking for someone. No one is ever satisfied. Always looking for conformation. Are we that desperate?

In 30 minutes I've had 5 different people asking if I wanted to meet up, seeing I looked like such an interesting person...

Doesn't matter how creative you are when starting the conversation, the intent is almost always the same. Oh you sweet little minds. I do enjoy you sometimes, but please, just try to be a little more challenging to read. You try so hard to be special and unique. I'll play along. For now.

I do enjoy my little rantings. I feel a bit better now. I rode it out!

row your boat

Down, down, down we go. Sinking this ship at a very slow pace.

It's upside down. It used to be easier by night, now the darkness is failing me. It doesn't comfort anymore. It's just there and won't let me hide.

Still confused. Still lost.

I don't know who I am anymore.

Keeping up appearances and being strong for someone else is the hardest thing I've ever done. I'm not sure I can do it. The mask I wear gets heavier by the minute. I don't know who's behind it anymore. It scares me. Angers me. How miserable I must be to be around. Dumb, I feel dumb.

I try to fool myself with circumstances. But I know the truth deep inside, don't know why I just don't deal with it instead of putting it off.

...I am not breathing a word. And it seems to me at times that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind ...

As always, I just can’t cry. Not that I want to. I think...

...I have to let go of your hand. Even though I don't want to...

Cheerful as usual. Oh well, I'll pop a pill and go to sleep.