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Not all scars show,
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Sarah is constantly aggravated by a few choice people who decide that its okay and fun to never do their work and thus force it upon her.
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Sunday, March 28, 2010
- obviously we've all had our ups and downs trials and tribulations blah shit bitch shit crap last week was the breaking point when our name wasn't announced, i just lost it. if we'd just practiced a little bit more, maybe if we went there thinking fuck yes we're gonna lose and we're gonna love it, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad. so much homework that just piled up all of a sudden 2 migraines 2 language tests training training training i feel like a robot, just going through the motions. constantly having to comfort people and then going home thinking to myself i've got God to comfort me. which is true. but i just can't see him. i can't fucking see him. then i begin to feel needy and suddenly there's that choking feeling in your throat and all i can do is quickly look away and then picture things with unmatching, unflattering colours. then suddenly, when comfort comes from friends you can't help but have this sneaking suspicion that they think you're just faking it and you want attention and you're screwed up. maybe that is what i am. sometimes i just feel like nobody is there. nobody is fucking here for me because i can't feel anything. i feel so happily caught up in fake joy, fake happiness that i finally begin to believe i'm happy and then suddenly something will come along and destroy that facade i had created for myself. then i begin to feel angry that that object/person/emotion had to come and ruin something i took time i build up and that just sucks. and it hurts. but then you need to learn to pick yourself up and move on. then i being to feel disgusted with myself. disgusted that i would pin blame on a friend or whoever for anything. but most of the time i just feel like a fucking failure |
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |
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