Once again I find myself in the dark. There's a dim light around me, there's not much that I can see. But I can feel. I feel the walls all built up again, I feel the tears running down my face, I feel my hand - closed like it's holding something - running through my neck. A feeling I haven't felt in quite some time. A feeling I believed to be gone forever. It came back and I only realized it when that imaginary blade ran through my neck. Tears fell along with me.
Am I insane?
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I started writing here because I wanted somewhere safe to write. You know, anonymously.
Previously this blog has been really depressive and it was good to let it out, but I don't think it's pleasant for outsiders to read that crap. So I've decided to be a little more positive in my posts, try to find some resolve in the middle of all the drama. I think it will do me good and it will be better for someone who's going through the same things.
Life is precious. I'm sure many other people have worse problems than me and they manage to get through the days, so I will try to hang on to this thought and live, just for today. Life's short anyway. Better make the most of it, right?
I will still sign as Andy or Oliver, depending on who's in charge.
Previously this blog has been really depressive and it was good to let it out, but I don't think it's pleasant for outsiders to read that crap. So I've decided to be a little more positive in my posts, try to find some resolve in the middle of all the drama. I think it will do me good and it will be better for someone who's going through the same things.
Life is precious. I'm sure many other people have worse problems than me and they manage to get through the days, so I will try to hang on to this thought and live, just for today. Life's short anyway. Better make the most of it, right?
I will still sign as Andy or Oliver, depending on who's in charge.
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Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and get wise too late, Benjamin Franklin
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