It's been so much.
So much to think and breath and get,
and decide.
Just rapidly, as much as possible.
Since I'm getting lost.
Don't know if I could ever make these short-middle-cut sentences into a real diary.
maybe I would.
Well, then. I'm just a soul who knows NOTHING of this world but wished she could.
A soul who misses something. All the time.
A soul who gets up at 4 a.m and tries not to scream from the pain.
The pain of the fear.
It's not like I'm leaned on other people,
I just need to fix the right way of life in my mind.
Getting lost in the so many options.
Want him so bad. Despite limitations.
When all you can sorrow for is blindness and uncertain future,
you know you're in trouble.
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