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i dread festival. i just get this horrid feeling in the pit of my stomach. there are many reasons for this, you see. for one im afraid of messing up on stage, even though i do nothing. secondly im afraid that everyone will hate me there. and thirdly im afraid youll leave me. it all makes me sick to my stomach.
i want to move into a little cabin in the middle of nowhere all alone. except i really dont want to be all alone, i just dont want to be hurt. but thats why i have to go alone. so i can become stronger and more resistant and self reliant. because everyone sucks and youll only ever be disappointed.
unhinge my mind. let it fall off the edge. is it for the better? who knows, but i like it better that way.
she laid down on the bench and stared up at the stars, counting each one as the city lights faded out.
she concealed her tears in a little jar, for they were the last she would ever have.
my mind is blank. everything is in a state of blandness. i dont know what to think or do. and every time i try to think, my brain stalls out. no, i lied. it isnt blank. its filled with that horrid, imposing phrase "what if....what if....what if...?"
a dozen dead half rotted piece of shit roses. a dozen days of endless waiting. a dozen weeks of crocodile tears.a dozen dead memories.
he looked at her big moss-green eyes. her face was desperately clinging to a stern form, but her eyes told him a different story. a whole other truth. he closed his, and sighed. the bridge between them was crumbling apart.
"prickly little cactus, how will your flowers ever grow if you refuse to see the sun?"
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