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This is my own personal online journal. I write what I feel, when I feel like it.
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Lost Butterfly
Monday, August 6, 2007 // 6:09 PM
Sometimes I wish life would stand still for a moment. It's like everything joyful passes by so quickly, yet everything painful takes ages to slip by. I guess thats why I write. It takes my mind off of everything I worry about. It's like...when I write, I have no limits, no boundaries, no authority. Sometimes even that becomes stressful--
then what?Suddenly I feel like I'm sick, I'm crazy, I'm weird, and there's something wrong with me. People always say, "Be yourself! Don't let anyone change who you are!" But what if who you are is just...not normal? It just can't be helped--if you don't fit the status quo, you just don't fit. Still, is it right to let someone so strange just walk on by? It almost seems cruel to me, but then again, I sometimes like being left alone. In fact, I feel this way quite often. I've never been very, very close to anyone really. Sure my parents are there, but one of them just annoys and angers me often and the other is a criminal--one who I'm beginning to fear.
...It doesn't seem right, to fear the person who helped make you...
...but it does when at times you wish they had not
...but then, there's no one & nothing to fear but...
yourself?
It doesn't make sense. Why doesn't anything ever make sense?
I hate not understanding things...
...I hate being lost.