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Tuesday, March 22, 2005


*sigh*
I can't help but think I have really f*cked up my life. Is life even worth living any way? I supose I get up everyday for my friends, especially those who are depresed or have been before. There is so much I wish I could tell some one but I don't. I foumd an empty book yesterday and wrote down most of my confessions and then chucked them in a draw. it seems as easy as something good is made it is also destroyed. For every life there is a death. Things are never going to end with 'happy ever after'.

I remember that as a kid I wished that I was older and outa school, now I'm closer to being outa skool I wish I was still 8yrs old, when I thought things that these days as nothing to me were bad. Now the current things are bad. I miss life being so simple and none of my friends were depressed or sucidal. Nor had kate died of cancer and Dot was still living happly. I hadn't become so distant from life. I used to be one of those people that never shut up when with other people, and now I am that person that doesn't want to talk to anyone.

it was my 15th birthday on the 21st, (yesterday) ne how, g2g

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