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2003-10-03 14:34:17 (UTC)

Now that I have stopped feeling, lets talks about love.

Mood: urgh
Song: Feeler - Pete Murray
Quote: 'He is what he looks like, A dungball in a dress" -
blackadder.

I'm so utterly sick of the sight of myself. But not what I
look like, I couldn't care less. I am sick and tired of
what the inside of me looks like. Black, dead,
barron...uncaring.

I'm learning to finally trust my sence of doubt. I suppose
it's not something that might be a bad thing. At least if I
doubt the things that some people base their existance on,
if it all comes crashing down, I won't be disappointed.
It's a reality I suppose.

When my only relation to alot of people is what I cannot
stand in them, something is wrong. But what I can't stand
in them is probably what i hate the most in myself. But hey
its human nature to be that way. Call me pretentious, but I
don't care a whole lot for fancy names.

I dont even know what to say to myself to cheer myself up.
Maybe I'm on a platue of existance, but whatever. I don't
care. If this is how it is, then this is how it is. What
can I do about it? Not a whole lot at this point in time,
but it's highly likely there is gonna be a number of
occations when i wish I could change things.

So I've been told, not everyone falls in love, they have to
be found.

Search then. You might find me.

Love Steph




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