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Friday, June 27, 2008
homemade barley •
i must have broken a million things;
my guitar's in one piece though, maybe i'll
where do you go to find a confidant who actually cares and doesn't judge? my Father judges, even as He is good, before i say a word- i don't choose to be this way! since i knew it wouldn't follow through i've been trying to stop, and i don't even know if this is good or bad, but damn if the way i'm feeling about handling it is anything to go by it must be something truly awful. there's nothing else but this to talk about, yes i need to end task. don't tell me to or how to, stay if you will till i've broken through. that's all i need now..
i can't get away without making some people feel uncomfortable, and i can't stand being where i am sometimes, it doesn't help the end-tasking at all. the next time i break down and do something stupid i'll just regress, it's something to do to make it- i don't know. it's something to do to get away. i can't walk off with this, i don't know that time will solve this like it has the other, and even if it did i'd have thrown a year or more away if it comes to nothing, when that part of me, that stupid part finally quits and realizes it won't come to anything. by then it could well be too late, have given up too much that i treasured, once more for the one that i couldn't have or keep.
sigh - breath. the whole trick lies in not expecting anything at all without giving up hope that something could come of it, that one of us could make something of it. you can do that. just.. deep breaths and look at the world -
it's beautiful. i can keep the faith that it'll go on being so, for, long enough.
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