July 2011
June 2011
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“I was never about this, never about this love.”
– Balance and Composure
Levelheaded.
The boy stood infront of his house door. It was very dark, but with little light he could tell that it was white, and very large. He didn’t know what waited for him on the other side. He turned around and he saw everything. He knew the outcome of events that would slowly unfold if he stayed. But if he left things would be different. He would leave everything behind. His problems, his family,...
This is the moment of truth. The very moment that...
Can I do it?
Can I save myself but hurt the ones that love me?
Or can I be willing to sacrifice my own self?
With only a couple hours to spare I sit and ponder.
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It's always on my troubled mind.
It’s funny.
I have had the worst sleeps for the past week. I was really unsure why.
Then yesterday I gathered the balls to talk to her. To talk to her about how I felt, and what was going through my head. It’s as if something enormously heavy had just came off my shoulders.
I had the greatest sleep last night.
“Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.”
– Anaïs Nin (via suicidegirls)
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