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Interests: thunderstorms, ice cream, Dr. Gregory House, salsa dancing, arranging bank notes face side up, the Victorian period, taking pictures, period movies, and emoticons
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11/12/2003
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| From this point on, no matter how much I initially adore You, and how amazing you seem to be, I will not give my friendship freely. You may dazzle me because you seem so similar to me, so sweet, so understanding. And I may be surprised at how easily we get along, how we feel like we've known each other for ages. But what you may "seem", my friend, is often deceiving - or so I've learned. And I will not confide in you no matter how much I need someone; I will not be your shoulder to cry on, and I certainly don't need yours. You will not draw any more tears from me. This is the second time in two years this has happened. I've gotten attached... thinking that finally, I've made a lifelong friend... and then you have revealed a side of yourself that is absolutely revolting. Girls have no loyalty these days - to themselves or to each other. It's a bitch eat bitch world out there: to each her own, for each her own, without regard for alleged friendships or basic respect. So for all you self-interested bitches, stay away from me. And for the love of god, go get sterilized or something, 'cause we don't need more like you in this world. You know who you are. And you are going to get exactly what you deserve. | | |
| It's been about sixteen months since I've felt this way. The last few weeks have dragged on, but I cannot remember all of it despite its excruciating pace. It has been a painful blur without much relief; and I cannot decide whether it hurts more to be outside, watching happy couples touch noses, or whether it hurts more to lie alone by myself in the dark.
Today I wanted to feel alive, so I ate and ate until I threw up. It is disgusting on the one hand, but I feel surprisingly content about it on the other. At least I felt alive, if only for a moment. | | |
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