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jane
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..idea from blather_red..
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jane
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i say what i mean - i don't lie
the only time i would ever lie is to my parents, and it's for their own good
sometimes i cry at night, and sometimes there's no reason to, except the overwhelming burden of the world's problems.
my empathic nature allows me to literally feel people's pain. therefore, when my friend is crying, i will cry along.
maybe that's why i cry at night
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Syrope
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it would be easier to list the things you *did*
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jane
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what do you mean
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god
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where my keys are
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SuicidalAngel
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You know what goes on inside my head - but you dont know how I cover it up in the real world
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020910
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Freak
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I crave razor blades and cigarettes.
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freakizh
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i always imagine the people around me having an orgasm.
and i can tell how their faces will look like.
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squint
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I sat here five minutes, thinking, before typing just this.
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squint
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I can't stand your silence.
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monee
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um, i don't know
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pSyche
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I stop talking to people when I find out that they are going to move away from me.
annnnnddd...
I've only ever had one real friend, which I stupidly stopped talking to for fear of being hurt. Now I'm scared to talk to her again because I don't know what to say.
On a lighter note, I have serious dain bramage.
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pete
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i also stop talking to people, but that is because i get sick of always starting conversations and 'test' them to see if they'll ever call me.. bad idea
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whining and dying here
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they don't call back? I assume.
It's like breaking up with someone to prove how much they love you by protesting and begging you to stay. But what if they take it hard or respect your wishes above their own pain, or don't have the balls to get their gut together and make the first step together. You've slipped though each other's fingers.
I've done that social game. I didn't write or email or phone anyone to see who would contact me against first. Brought up damning images of my body dead unnoticed for weeks, or months, or years i the case of some people. Not as close as I thought we were? Guess, I'm not top priority to many I care about. Bitter? Yeah. But I'm in a general funk. In sunnier moods I'd write it off to habit. Because I have been the dependable initiator, the one who writes or calls or visits, no one feels culpable to pick up the lead, assume if I'm not doing it I'm mad or them or too busy, or don't care anymore and few are willing to fight for me. Guess it depends on how pessimisitic or obsequieously shy your contacts are.
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050121
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no reason
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i can't keep time
and it's killing me
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laced
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could kill both of us
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unhinged
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there are so many important things that i have yet to tell you. i know i have babbled these insignificant details over the three and a half months we've known each other, but the wall i have between me and the rest of the world....i have yet to tell you those details. i guess that is a similarity between us.
yeah, i see your wall too mister. i hear it sometimes when i ask the wrong question and your_voice stumbles to tell half truths because you don't want to lie to me.
there are things we don't talk about, you_and_i and i wish that we would. there are things we don't have, you_and_i and i wish that we did.
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unhinged
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i become paralyzed by fear, especially in relationships. i hide myself well as a result of years of being told i was weird. i am not the best at asking questions, but i am genuinely interested. i am not a mind reader; i want you to just tell me the things you think i should know. there are certain things i can't tell you unless you ask. i have immediate strong feelings.
right now i am confused. i'm not sure where we are going and part of me needs to be sure. part of me squirms at sitting in uncertainty. part of me searches for patterns that can mollify this uncertainty.
i will try to be patient for you. you deserve that. be careful with my heart. i deserve that.
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silentbob
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I am trying to become an ordained minister in the state of illinois.
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