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Vulpix.
21 years young.
a blog of memories and things to remember.
28.8.10
kitties for happies

Tears. Tears. Tears.
(♫and we love them♫)


Sometimes I feel like I'm ruining someone else's life just because they have the misfortune of knowing me.
Sometimes I hate people being nice because it just makes me want to cry.
Sometimes I don't like not understanding my emotions, but othertimes it feels okay.
Sometimes I want to talk about how I'm feeling but can't find the right person to tell.
Sometimes I know that I'd be better off far away, alone with nothing so all that matters is my survival and nothing else.
Sometimes I like being this miserable because when I get happy, it's ever so glorious.
Sometimes I think sleep is the only truly pleasant thing life has to offer.
Sometimes I get so empty and pessimistic, I wish it were possible to gradually fade away so that not a single soul ever notices. Not even the people that love me when they shouldn't.

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