| My Final Plea... |
[14 Nov 2004|07:03pm] |
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it's not like things are bad...they're not...but I feel so...so...un-important...like I don't matter NE more...at least when I was gone...I could tell people cared...cuz all we did was talk about how great things use to be...and how great things were gonna be when I came back...they appriciated every secons they spent with me...and I cherished every moment I had with them...but now I'm back...and they don't need to care NE more...they don't need to miss me NE more...cuz I'm here...you can only miss things if they're gone...once they're right in front of your face...you tend to not be able to see them NE more...things get taken for granted...but it is a two way street...I mean...I see myself not caring NE more...*tear*...it's just so different...I left one way...and things were one way...and now I come back...and it's all backwards...things are good...they are...there isn't NE bad that I can talk about...but I'm still miserable...I dunno why...I need profesional help...I really do...I don't care about life NE more...*ugh*...this is my final plea of help...I'm drowning...and no one cares...not even me...
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