Being able to talk to someone must feel good.. being able to weep with someone holding you.. Watching sad endings makes me want to shed tears.. nay, I barely restrain myself. I wonder how long it would be before I stop drawing parallels betweem my situation and every moderately, unusually pathetic fiction. I have vowed to give up writing.. give up playing.. hopes and dreams, give up on all.. because a part of me has died since the time everything went wrong.. Why am I left picking up the pieces?
It hurts, when I have to kill feelings which I never had in the first place, which I was forced to develop.. which I never asked for...
Damn it, even in an anonymous post it's difficult to write about...
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