Why is everything so complicated?
Why not anybody but me?
Then again, I wouldn't wish this type of pain on anyone. The feeling that one minute you are okay, then your mind starts to reel and brings back memories and all of a sudden it feels like you just jumped off the highest building in the world and you're about to hit the ground.
What would I be like if none of this had happened to me? Would I be happy? Would I be able to sleep? Would I still wake up every morning wishing I hadn't? Would everything be okay?
Why is it that the people who tell you they are there for you, end up being the first to leave your side? Or at least it feels like it sometimes. I need them to talk to me sometimes about it. When I first told them they said they would be there for me. Now, I need them to prove it. I need to know that I can talk to them about it. I need someone to talk to. About everything.
I feel the pain getting heavier. I don't understand how it does that. Why can't it just all go away? Maybe I'll just have to make it go away, once and for all...
Yeah
alleen thuis vandaag
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geen john die me het huis uit wil krijgen, me constant in slecht daglicht plaatst en me aan alle klanten kloot
niet dat je dit leest john
maar ik haat je!
jij mij ook dat weet ik wel
en nog iets
blijf uit mijn kamer en lees mijn gedichten niet meer
die zijn privé!
en jij snapte er toch nix van
en blijf uit mijn dagboek
relax
wel naar bontje morgen
en om bakpapier
ben niet echt nerveus voor architectuur
zal wel in orde komen
lot gaat AO doen
en waarschijnlijk blijven zitten
shit
alleen in de klas
help
anna veranderd van school volgend jaar
daar gaat men filosofiemaatje voor wiskunde
daar gaan bennie, brammie en katrina
jumper, emo en jumpslet met knots uit de oertijd
zal jullie missen
en anna natuurlijk ook
de laatste amusantdenkende (kweetnie of de woord bestaat maar whatever) ziel uit de klas die tegen mij praat
okj
genoeg gezaagd voor vandaag
bye!
xxx
he loves me.. he hasnt arranged his emotions yet... because he fears the obvious. he loves me. i got him great valenties day gifts....
i told him i loved him on feb 7th for the first time in crayons.. at a trendy rest. who insisted on putting butchers paper on the tables.. he enthralled by the kid within asked for crayons.. and it was on...
i wonder what he will come up with for valentines day.. hope it isnt lame.. but even if it was id just smile and thought his lameness was cute. arghh... men...when will they learn.?
ps i gotta blown eardrum too... kinkyness.. and my overly aggresive ass got me jacked up.