Current Mood: Sleepy
Current Music: Veins - Charlotte Martin

I think sometimes, I just really need someone to talk to besides myself. I mean, yeah I have friends, but there's still that sense of censure and anxiety about telling them anything.

I suppose everybody needs someone like that and I know I do. I have...quite a few friends, I admit. But still, there is no like ONE PERSON I can really talk to, tell everything to, admit everything and hold back nothing. And I know its a very idealistic thing to want, even more rare than winning a million dollars on the lotto but I think I need it. I think I need someone to slap me in the face every once in a while and go 'GET OVER YOURSELF!', to stop me being so damn critical and failure-like.

There is still so much I don't get and understand, not only about myself but about others. There is so much I assumed and I am still so naieve about. I feel like Alice when she doesn't get sexual innuendo in movies and has to ask the rest of us to explain it.

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At most I feel like I'm a balloon, in every which way. Full of hot hair and nothing else. NO substance, just air, which gives me weight but not really dependable, definite weight. Because it all disappers with one sharp poke at my fragile exterior. And I disappear into a million molecules of paper...fluttering away on a sharp, indifferent breeze...

I wonder if I floated away, would anyone really care?

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