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Friday, October 21, 2005


It's funny how no matter how far i come in life, or how many things i have overcome by myself, or how many things i've faced and conquered, i still cry. I still hurt. I shouldn't. I should shrug my shoulders and move on, but i'm so gosh damn angry and hurt. ANd to have someone attack you, someone you've trusted and loved, to take you're most personal and vulnerable insecurity, to take that very trust and stab you in the back with it; I'm sorry, but i didn't deserve that. And i knew better , but went against my better judgement, and took that risk, and failed. But i'm still standing, as always, but again, as always, standing alone. Screaming alone. Fighting alone. Crying alone. And it angers me to be fighting the same thing, to be hurting about the same thing since i was a little girl. But back then, i thought that i would be safe by now. THat i wouldn't be alone by now. That now that i'm older, i would be stronger, better, somehow. But now that i am older, i'm still fighting, still screaming, still crying, still....hurting. It's been years, and i'm still waiting. I'm tired of waiting. I thought i was done waiting. Yet, here i am, waiting. And i'm out of ideas, and hope, and energy. Because that one person, took everything that i had, and i'm left with nothing.
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