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i can't help but wonder if it's written to me.
i know if sounds selfish in a way, but it runs through my head.
i seem to find the worst in it all.
i see something bad, and automatically relate it back to myself.

(i really want some spinich dip and chips right now.)

is that bad?

i don't want to lose you, ever. i'm so sick of going through people like they're last week's newspapers. that's not how i want this to be. ever.

"can you hear me? does anyone around me feel the way that i feel now?"
everything is a dark abyss. i feel so empty, alone.

*he stopped by last night. i don't want to see him. ever again. harsh? good, he deserves it.