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    Friday, November 27th, 2009
    fryingpan
    11:16p
    [Isuka]
    It's cold and quiet here. I don't much like it. Especially because it leaves me alone with my thoughts and... as of late they... haven't been good. But I suppose there's a plus side to this solitude: it's forcing me to come to terms with the fact that I'm a terrible person.

    I mean.... Pride. Envy. Lust. That's three of seven, that's not a good quantity at all. Four more and I'll be playing wih a full deck, though I'm not much fond of gluttony or sloth... I have to maintain my girlish figure, you know. Ha ha, that was a joke. Breaking the tension. The audience bursts into silly titters. Hold. And begin again.

    I just. How many am I stringing along even now? And how many of them have meant anything to me? I wasn't like this, I was never like this... And those two were even teachers, I... what I did... and... The only two that remain are the only ones who I think I feel for but... what if I'm wrong? What if I'm just trying to... I don't want that to be true, I... I can't even trust myself. I don't know who I am anymore, or... what...

    You know, I used to pride myself on being beautiful. Got endless pleasure from staring in the mirror. Spent hours brushing my hair, and picking out clothes, and just... making sure I was perfect. That I was the fairest one of all, haha. I can't even glance at a mirror without feeling sick now. I've covered them all.

    I used to write. I used to fill pages with love and fire, pour my entire soul into my words. I wanted to make the world cry, laugh, sigh. Wanted everyone's emotions to be wrapped around my dainty little finger. The pages are empty now. Almost like how I feel...

    Is my life, my being, completely defined by other people? Did I only make myself pretty to lure them in? Did I only use my words to ensnare? And what I did with... hn... Only pleased when I have someone to dote on me, I suppose...

    God, what's wrong with me? I can't... I can't be alone, I need... please... I'm just falling apart. Falling... I'm afraid. I'm so frightened.
    Tuesday, November 24th, 2009
    anomie
    9:44p
    (( Vent ))
    sometimes i think it's getting attatched that kills us. the longer we're around, the more we lose our sense of self, the more we start being infected by.... her.

    i'll have to leave soon.

    Current Mood: bored
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