:: 2009 17 February :: 4.24 pm
:: Mood: indescribable

Ecstasy can explode your heart.

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:: 2009 4 February :: 3.28 pm
:: Mood: Bookish

Let me tell you what you feel like when you know you are ready to die.

You sleep a lot, and when you wake up the first thought in your head is that you wish you could go back to bed.
You go entire days without eating, because food is a commodity that keeps you here.
You read the same page a hundred times.
You rewind your life like a videocassette and see things that make you weep, things that make you pause, but nothing that makes you want to play if forward.
You forget to comb your hair, to shower, to dress.
And then one day when you make the decision that you have enough energy left in you to do this one, last, monumental thing, there comes a peace. Suddenly you are counting moments as you haven’t for months. Suddenly you have a secret that makes you smile, that makes people say you look wonderful, although you feel like a shell—brittle and capable of cracking into a thousand pieces.

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:: 2008 25 August :: 10.34 am
:: Mood: okay
:: Music: Rise Above This: Seether

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