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I don't know why it bothers me so much.

I don't know why I want to scream over something so stupid.

I shouldn't care, but I do.

...

Honestly, this is going to eat me alive.

I hate it.

:/

To be honest, I'm just tired of everything.

Don't mind

Absolute and so minute...

I cannot feel the intangible.

bye

I don't want to be around anymore.

Bleh.

I don't know why it makes me sick to my stomach.

All I know is I want to escape the feeling.

Night in the Lonesome... April?

So yeah.

As I stood there earlier tonight, I realized something.

A lot of things, rather. Terrible things. Things I must say, things I must do. More importantly, things I must be. And I stared out into the multicolour lights and couldn't help but feel completely alone. The sound of guitar was deafening. All I could hear was my own thoughts and voices of the dead. There was a time when I noticed that I had been standing completely still, just staring... staring...

And here, I still feel the same, yet... a bit more confused.

But one thing I am sure of is that I'm alone...

And that's how it's going to be.

Numb...

Or nauseas, rather...

My hands are tingling.

...today feels cold.