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Mar. 26th, 2001 12:40 amI'm a failure... everybody's better than me. I can't come up with anything that hasn't been done before. It's all been done. so used.. so old. no use. there's no use. I'm tired. I want to quit writing. but I need it. and I hate it. I hate people and I hate how they make me feel. I hate myself...
It's hurting and it's not hurting enough. I can't make myself feel. I'm so numb and I can't stand it. salt... salt in my wounds. not enough. not enough blood. no feelings...
god I'm so sick...
It's hurting and it's not hurting enough. I can't make myself feel. I'm so numb and I can't stand it. salt... salt in my wounds. not enough. not enough blood. no feelings...
god I'm so sick...
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Date: 2001-03-25 06:36 pm (UTC)you're tired, that's true. But until you've done everything, it's not over yet. People may have had similar ideas, but they'll never be the same thing you can do.
walk. take a long walk on a park. breathe some fresh air until you're too tired - physically - to think anymore. and sleep. sleep and you'll feel again.
I wish I could hug you-
Hilde