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Monday, March 21, 2011
Do you ever feel like the past isn't real? Like it happened but not to you? Like the people from your past are just strangers and not people that you actually did know once upon a time?
So many flashbacks echo through my mind at the weirdest times and I wonder if they mean something more then just my nostalgic self wanting pity. But from who? I don't speak about my past. I don't talk about him, or her, or what my life used to be like. Why? Because I don't want to remember.
I don't want to be my father. I really don't but I see more and more of him in me everyday. Couldn't you have taught me something better then bottling things up and keeping them inside until they come out in this abusive way? Dear god, if I ever hurt you more then I already do I don't know what I'll do with myself. I'm not capable of bearing that guilt.
Are you still the person I used to know? I'm happy for you, believe me. I just wish I was still a part of your life.. Huh.
I think I lost my interest in driving when i realized what burnt flesh smells like. Negh...
ohwell.
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