it's amazing how you can be with a group of people and feel so amazingly alone. how you can spend so much time with someone and then realize that they really don't know the first thing about you. and that you really don't have anyone.
but it's not all their fault. it's mine. it's like i'm up on display for everyone being who they think i should be. acting how they think i should act. when i'm really just empty and hollow inside. i just want to get down and walk away. i want to find a place where i'm safe. a place where i belong. if there even is such a place.
1:18 a.m. - november 12, 2007
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