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[Nov. 2nd, 2004|03:38 pm] |
You know you're truely alone
when nothing anyone does matters,
and nothing you do appears to change
anything.
And nobody cares what you do
because you’re so small.
Your actions are
Inconsequential.
You know you're out of your depth
when you begin to choke
on air.
And life is getting too deep,
the world is beginning to blur
and nothing makes sense.
And your reality can change with every wave
of emotion that crashes into you..
harder, stronger, relentless,
why won't reality disappear along with your consciousness?
I know that I can never be free
as long as I remain like this,
and as long as nothing around me works
then nor will I,
and nor will you,
and it can only get worse.
-My first attempt into proper poetry since July. Also an entry I'm going to make friends only after a while, but if it's open to everyone for a bit then people can give opinions/suggestions. |
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| A question.. |
[Oct. 26th, 2004|10:59 pm] |
I'm interested in knowing peoples thoughts. Proper thoughts. Ramblings when drunk, in the middle of the night, when alone, bored, tired etc etc, not just quick notes that pop into your head..
So here's a question I just came up with:
Do people mask their identities more, as they progress into adulthood, and would it be better if everyone retained the life philosophy and dreams that they held in childhood, regardless of other people’s views on them, as they should be able to accept themselves and embrace their beliefs and destiny without prejudice? |
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| hmm |
[May. 21st, 2004|01:01 am] |
My diary is now friends only, and I'm finally changing the angst filled message I had here previously.
My diary is friends only because 1.my parents spy on me too much, and 2.i dont want just everyone reading about how i feel, as i tend to like keeping that to myself when talking in person.
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