| Written by Diana, on 02-01-2004 23:33 |
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I don't want to sleep. I'd rather....well I'm not sure I'd rather die than sleep but I have a hard time prefering sleep over anything. Even when I'm tired, I'd rather get into bed and rest, with my eyes open, awake. There's this guy. And without any reason other than that he's a guy, he scares me. I have this overwhelming need to get an apartment and be alone and...stay alone until I feel safe for just a moment. There's this guy and whenever I try to picture myself less than two feet away from him...I can't breathe. I can't help but feel like hiding in a dark corner of my room until I forget why I went there in the first place. But no matter how long I sit there, crouched with my knees at my chest and my head in my hands, I can't forget no matter how hard I try. But there's this guy. And I've blown him off so many times even I don't believe it anymore. And pretty soon he'll give up on me, like I have us, and life'll be pointless again.
Last update: 02-01-2004 23:33
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