How could I ever explain who I am? How could I ever put my feelings into words? I'm tired of so much. Tired of trying, tired of dying, killing myself more and more just to convey myself to those around me, while trying to find myself.
I suppose one of my faults is that I crave love too much. Not lust. Love. Something that is very rare these days. I thought that I was in love a couple times, but as it usually goes, Fate intervened. It seems like love is only found in movies or books anymore. For those who have a significant other, cherish them. Hold them close. Love them dearly. You never know if Fate will decide to play a cruel joke on you.
I thought I was so lucky. I guess people are right when they say that you shouldn't count your chickens before they hatch. I suppose I will continue to search, but for how long, no one can tell.
I find that indulging my creative nature soothes my soul. Reading, writing, and drawing keep my mind off my sadness for a little while.
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Angelus
00:28 Aug 30 2009
one continues to search.
it's what those who are not dullards do.