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the wake and the sleep Late nights with no one to talk to, and at least ten friends who always say to call anytime; in love with a girl from a movie, and metaphorically broken hearted; exhausted from a long day, ready to pass out, and no reason not to be sleeping; suits that don't quite look right, and a face in the mirror that only looks somewhat familiar; sympathy for fictional characters that feels stronger than the real thing; somehow energetic, the peculiar feeling of wanting to run down the block full speed, or smash car windows with a baseball bat, or scream at full volume with no explanation for waking everyone; just wishing to be in love again, god, just that feeling. i fucking miss it so much. just knowing. feeling safe, feeling home again. I'm dreading tomorrow. I want to cry and curl up into a ball and be in the arms of someone. This is all very sad sometimes. ----- - - 6:32 p.m. , January 29, 2005 personal empowerment - 9:48 p.m. , January 12, 2005 jaksdf - 7:22 p.m. , December 19, 2004 the break up - 11:08 p.m. , December 16, 2004 fists of rage - 6:28 p.m. , December 13, 2004 |