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Sunday

6

November

2005

You Could Skip That, Really Actually
POSTED in: Ramblings

Do you know that state where you try everything to make yourself feel better, and nothing works? Everything that once felt good, feels like nothing now. I didnt know how happy I was when I was so unhappy, until now.

People dont know what they have. I swear. I didnt know. Who cares about boyfriends, divorce, whatever. At least they are here! You can see them, touch them, talk to them. 🙁

As sick as my Mom was, I never thought she would die. What an unrealistic thought. Moms arent supposed to die, and not that young, either. I feel like an alien. I dont know anyone in real life, who isnt like A LOT older, who can relate.

I am dreading things that I used to love. Her birthday, my birthday, Christmas.

If we had proof that there is a spirit world, would we all kill ourselves?

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2 Responses to “You Could Skip That, Really Actually”


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    Lucy UNITED STATES
    6:06 am on November 6th, 2005

    I feel like a ship without my anchor & everyday I just keep drifting. I have no idea where we’re heading Connie, but I do believe that something/someone will guide us. I just don’t know when or how.
    My mother had tremendous faith…& I guess I’m learning to have it too.


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    Nicki
    9:42 am on November 6th, 2005

    Sorry I haven’t commented for ages, my computer has been down all week. Anyway, I know how you feel…you just never conceive the idea that people close to you do die…it is a horrible thought :(. But I am always going to be here if you need me 🙂

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