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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
11:13 AM

Hello, blog. Seems like I'll be writing here again. I'm hurt, again. Guess that's no big surprise. I thought I'd be used to getting hurt by now, but everytime it comes it goes straight to the heart. I'm getting tired of it. When I feel that everything's going to be okay, here it comes again. I thought "heartache" was only a term heartbroken people use, but I feel it, and it's not just a figure of speech for me. No, this post is not for a lost love. I'm writing, cause I'm hurting for a friend, because of a friend. It seems right, anyway, cause the people I love the most are the ones who hurt me the most. This is the time I just want to be numb and not feel anything. I feel so shallow now. I laugh on the outside, but it never really reaches the heart. There are so many changes surrounding me right now. Sorry, blog. If I only write when I'm hurting. It's just so hard to find someone to understand me right now.


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