| choices in art class |
[30 Dec 2002|01:38am] |
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some people love to hate. others hate to love. choose what you will, just be fair to yourself.
who am i? what do i see when i look in the mirror?
i see emptyness. i see a face i dont recognize. a face that changes minute to minute.
- i thrive on being "happy" as long as no one notices.
- i search for acceptance in all people
- i understand most people better than you know. most of the time i just choose not to be honest and say what i really know or waht i should say
- i dont judge
- i want my freedom. but from what?
but most of all
- im alone. im empty. i was empty to begin with. thats why i was so easy to mold. and underneath it all im still just empty.
its not from a lack of meaning of life. its not because i havent found myself. its because i am empty. i was empty and always will be. i fill my life with things here and there but its just to fool you. why am i empty? i dunno. i think i lost something somewhere and the memory has been repressed. or maby it was just tiny little things that eat away at the whole. eitherway... i dont know what was there. i dont think there was anything there to begin with. but maybe there was.
you were going to mold me. help me to become me... or the me you want me to be. if you were serious, all i ask is that you make me happy. you could make me fat, ugly and lazy as long as im happy i wouldnt care.
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