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I've got nothing in this world, neither possesions nor positions. Nobody knows my name, i'm not in the list of fame.

But one thing's for sure, my Father in Heaven knows my name. Having Him as my personal�Savior is more than enough to fill all the emptiness in this world.

Without Him I might have gone astray, I might have wandered and wander in the dark. But through Him I've got restored and I thank the Lord for giving me a chance to see what really lies ahead in this temporary world.�

Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of self. As insidious as cancer. And like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience ; a room in hell with only your name on the door. I just don't care about anything anymore in my life. I feel so embarrassed for worrying about things that don't even compare to this. Like boys and clothes, and stupid shit like that. It doesn't even matter to me now. I wish memories didn't involve feelings. I don't wanna forget the past, but I also don't want to go back and feel the things I used to feel.

Everybody's changing and I don't know how much more I can take. If my mom had once just told me that it was okay to be messed up, I wouldn't be afraid to ask for help. I can't stand to smile but I guess I'll fake it. Can't stand the pain, but I guess I'll take it. I would like to know what I did in a past life to deserve this shit?! I'm trying to be brave, but I feel like my heart is caving in. After all, how many times can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating? I'm not weak. Maybe I'm just tired of being so God Damned strong. Everyday seems the same to me. I sit around and think about how alone I feel, then I end up rather enjoying loneliness because it's the comfort of being sad. Sometimes it feels so right, and sometimes I'd like to be around no one for 10 straight years. But I know this feeling won't bring me places, and I know I'm losing lots of ground, but to keep up is to get up and why does it have to be the world keeps on changing while I just stay the same? I feel like being down doesn't mean enough to anyone anymore and I guess the world had made emotion obsolete and I don't feel the same, cause, after all, who says what happy really means?

It's not that I don't like people. It's just that when I'm in the company of others - even my nearest and dearest- there always comes a moment when I'd rather be reading a book. While other girls doodle hearts, I doodle tiny stars ; little wishes for everything to somehow be okay. I am empty. I am lonely. I can be surrounded by volumes and volumes of people, just to find out that I fit nowhere within their assemblies. I want something to look forward to. Someone to look forward to, instead of distracting myself with these games in my mind.

I just don't know what to do with myself anymore. This town is eating me alive, and pretty soon, there will be nothing left of me. I can't stay here. Get me out of here. I'm suffocating.

I don't know why they call it heartbreak.� It feels like every other part of my body is broken too.� ~Missy Altijd

okay to day was lame as idk my drama teacher snaped on me for no good reason and he appologized for it as well� but i� am completly over it . I just hope it never happenes again.

I just opened my facebook a while ago. I was quite surprised when I saw 2 messages from my ex-boyfriend.�The first message said "I love you". It was kind of weird for him to send that message, since I knew, that he loves Ruth,my bestfriend and also my bestfriend.
The second message was more weirder. It says, "It's a waste. We can't see each other again. Can I still court you? I love you. Can you please come back?".� I couldn't believe�that he would write something like that. Then, I saw another message below. He said he was sorry for sending a message like that. His classmate was the one who sent the message to me and was just making fun.

The two messages were too good to be true. Well, at least, it's clear that he was not the one who sent it. Or else, I don't know what I'm gonna do to him.

Im back to having nothing. Nothing that makes me happy, at least. Obviously im still alive, im breathing, i have the basics. But im missing things that i need. I cant say what exactly im missing because i dont even know. I just feel empty, segregated from everyone else. Everyone in�the world seems so diverse to me, but at the same time, so very monotonous. All anybody cares about is the image they're throwing to the world, trying to fit in as best as they can without even once considering�being real, being themselves. There is no more originality anymore (sometimes i wonder if there ever was to begin with) everyone is just borrowing the mind of the one next to them. No one can think for themself. A pepsi is still a fucking pepsi�even if it comes in a coke can. The only image i try portraying to the world is who�I am and what i stand for. I think i've don a good job so far at doing this, but some times i wonder if the world looks at me the same way i look at myself in the mirror, but i doubt it.�I dont know what to do, how to feel, or where to go from here. I believe in fate, i know i have no control over whats going to happen. If something was meant to happen then its going to happen one way or another. I feel like im waiting. Waiting for SOMEthing, but i dont know what. As much as i hate change, somethings have to change. That's just how things work. Fuck my life.