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Jan. 15th, 2003 12:17 pmI've got this particular Shelby Lynne song in my head. Someone's hurt her, badly, and all she can do is tell him that she's leaving, and the pain she's feeling.
I'm not hurting like that. But I think I want to be alone like that sometimes.
I've got this really bad conflict in my head and soul about being alone and being with people. Like some of my Lj friends, sometimes I feel like i have nothing of value to say, and that the world would be better served without me. I just want to lock myself away and read, because that's what I'm best at. These are low times. Bad times. Very reminiscent of my sophomore year, when Justin moved out, and i spent a lot of time sitting on the floor in my room, just being there. But it got really pernicious and nasty after a while. I think that's when a lot of my sociability and conversational ability started to erode. People see me as this happy, sociable person, but I really feel sometimes like they have no idea. Maybe I just don't want them to. I'm afraid if they see the blackness, the depression, they'll walk away because it's too hard. I'm afraid if I tell people like
chelipunkass what I'm thinking and feeling, I'll never see her again. And I feel bad that in my clouds of personal issues I can't do anything for anyone else. I feel like i minimize the problems of others in the face of my own.
*deeep deep breaths*
I feel better.
Could I make a small request?
If you read this, anyone, just drop me a hug. I'll appreciate it a great deal. I know you all know I'm alive, I don't doubt it. But proof is nice.
I'm not hurting like that. But I think I want to be alone like that sometimes.
I've got this really bad conflict in my head and soul about being alone and being with people. Like some of my Lj friends, sometimes I feel like i have nothing of value to say, and that the world would be better served without me. I just want to lock myself away and read, because that's what I'm best at. These are low times. Bad times. Very reminiscent of my sophomore year, when Justin moved out, and i spent a lot of time sitting on the floor in my room, just being there. But it got really pernicious and nasty after a while. I think that's when a lot of my sociability and conversational ability started to erode. People see me as this happy, sociable person, but I really feel sometimes like they have no idea. Maybe I just don't want them to. I'm afraid if they see the blackness, the depression, they'll walk away because it's too hard. I'm afraid if I tell people like
*deeep deep breaths*
I feel better.
Could I make a small request?
If you read this, anyone, just drop me a hug. I'll appreciate it a great deal. I know you all know I'm alive, I don't doubt it. But proof is nice.
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Date: 2003-01-15 09:28 am (UTC)Here--*hugs*
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Date: 2003-01-15 09:41 am (UTC)I was about to tell u to IM me cuz I've been meaning to ask u something...but I then remembered yer IM doesn't work. Ack. I'll email u eventually (with a couple of weeks) about it. :)
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Date: 2003-01-15 09:48 am (UTC)loff you, kiddo. call my cell after 9pm tonight if you need, k?
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Date: 2003-01-15 10:00 am (UTC)*HUG*
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Date: 2003-01-15 10:48 am (UTC)friends
Date: 2003-01-15 10:55 am (UTC)Re: friends
Date: 2003-01-15 10:56 am (UTC)Re: friends
Date: 2003-01-16 07:55 am (UTC)Re: friends
Date: 2003-01-16 08:37 am (UTC)Let's try for evening.
Re: friends
Date: 2003-01-16 04:59 pm (UTC)*waves*
Date: 2003-01-15 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-15 11:50 am (UTC)Lots of Hugs
Date: 2003-01-15 12:15 pm (UTC)Long Time
Date: 2003-01-15 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-15 12:51 pm (UTC)*Takes pulse* Hmm... yep, there it is.
$100.00 HUG
Date: 2003-01-15 03:30 pm (UTC)ps: if you EVER need to get out of your room....meet me in Kansas
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Date: 2003-01-15 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-15 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-15 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-16 05:14 pm (UTC)