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Wednesday, July 7, 2004

I count all the tears i shead and wonder is all this worth this..... The amount of stress i take on peoples expense. The hours i waste of my life. The life im hidden by. All these problems..... were not mine.... i made them mine... and ruined my life. Is being nice such a bad thing. Iv changed. Im not so nice yet people still come to me. What attracts people with probelms to me? IS it the mask i wear all the time around people? I act like nothing is wrong with my life. Then online everything is wrong. The two side colide and im riped apart. People dont want to know when im online, some want to know me then but dont want real. Im torn in between the two diffrent people i made myself. I cant find a way to change it. Iv changed allmost all of it but im still two people. I dont want it to be like this. I want people to know the real me and hate it. I dont want them to hate the masks. All the words and punches i take from people. It doesnt seem like much, just small things. They all add up....they all add up. Takes only a small thing to set me off. People enjoy my pain. I can tell it in they laugh. Soon enough will they all see the light. It wont be a very nice light. It wont be te Bright Light. Its going to be me and you. And last light u will see if the light about your head. I have yet to do conciling. Who knows y. Could it be im not important enough? could it be they dont know? They sould know. They have read my poems and saw my scars. I try to make the world go away. Lock myself in my room with a computer. Talk to people for months. Real life is so distant now. I dont want to do anything. Everything seems so strange. My attempt to lock the world out only made it worse.
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