Real entries are rare.
For me at least.
I don't want to speak about things here anymore that touch my heart.
I don't want to speak about my touched heart anymore.
I don't want to speak about things I think about.
I don't want to speak at all.
How sad is that.
Everytime I open up something comes up and kills me.
Maybe I'm a psychotic person. I see things were nothing is to be seen.
I'm afraid I get mentally disordered.
I have to function each day.
Sometimes it needs so much strength to do what people expect you to do.
I want to be left alone.
I don't want to deal with the world outside.
I am functioning.
12:54 pm - December 15, 2009
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