And with people I already know ... is what they say real? I don't even know. What am I even talking about? I think it just makes me feel better to try and structure my thoughts coherently ... which isn't exactly what I'm doing, but hey. Maybe I need this. It's been such a long time since I wrote a journal. People just say things to me, and I can never ever take them for face value anymore and I totally miss that. I hate being so paranoid and having to take everything that's said in so many different ways. Every where I am, I'm just in the way. With two people I really love, I feel like I'm inbetween them, that maybe I'm not enough for either of them, and that kills me with guilt and makes me feel so much worse.
I'm babbling now. I don't know what to do or say with anyone anymore. I'm scared I'm just becoming a shadow of who I was, and no one likes a shadow, I'm scared I'm just going to become an impression, and imprint on who I was.
'You will be recogniseable only as deja vu, and be dismissed just as quickly..'
I've lost the essence. I dunno where this has all come from, maybe it's because I'm off Uni, maybe it's because I'm sick of being by myself, maybe everything is just a little messed up. Maybe it's because I can never sleep. Who the heck knows anymore. Maybe I'm getting a bit loopy like Fight Club ... although I really hope not. Tyler Durden is pretty cool, but maaaaan that dude would fuck with your head.
Anyway, I'm going to go now, and try and straighten everything up, and go into town and get me some Young Cardinals action. Mmmhmmm...
Alexishearts <3




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"It's not the man that makes the gun, but the one who pulls the trigger"
Don't use it very much, but I cba to post anything at the minute
I know, nearly 19
scary bananas
your turn next
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Two people, too damaged, too much, too late.
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"It's not the man that makes the gun, but the one who pulls the trigger"
That's me and you, that is. How great are they?
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"My Penance! It's All Over My Knees!"
Coz that's my hand gesture right there.
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Two people, too damaged, too much, too late.
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"My Penance! It's All Over My Knees!"
x
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"It's not the man that makes the gun, but the one who pulls the trigger"
You found me finally.
Now, about this story ...
x
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Two people, too damaged, too much, too late.
confused.com
I actually used that website today *isproud*
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"It's not the man that makes the gun, but the one who pulls the trigger"
Didn't you?
*is scared that am losing memory*
x
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Two people, too damaged, too much, too late.
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