Saturday, September 16, 2006
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i hide so no one would see
that i died crying in my dreams.
i am tired.
how do i live?
i'm taking one step at a time.
please forgive me.
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i feel like an alcoholic/crack addict. and cell is like an AA group, where you turn up every week. i live not with a purpose, but by the number of days i am alive, by the number of church meetings i turn up for. unlike an alcoholic, i don't have a 90 day wall to break; i don't ever know when i'll have to stop this whole counting business.
i am fatigued, am not in the mood to write properly. 2 girls who turned up at church on the same day, for the first time but turned out like yin & yang; one completely wasted and ruined, the other strong and inspirational. how could this happen? i think, when i backslided, god i hate that word, i lost myself, my strength and my soul along with my faith.
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ted hughes is a mouldy bastard through and through.
glittered
10:49 AM
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