Even after the diary is done. M not satisfied. . :( there's still a lot untouched. . Untapped. Is my diary a lie? No. . I guess its only cause that one page has to be real brief. . Hmm. . Birthday parties make me feel sick. I dunno why. . My birthday's approachin. . And its more like. . I long obviously sad n pathetic day is awaited. :( why does that only happen to me always.
My stomach was achin the whole day. . Wonder how a handicapped life must be.
Strummin the same tunes on guitar feels so good. . No. . It doesnt feel good. It pains only. . But there's a feelin of completeness even in that pain.
As if. . The dreams. . The breath. . The wetness. . The touch. . The warmth. . The fear of loosing him. . The tear of each joy and each wish. . . . Everythin is blocked dead in ice. Its there. . But it doesnt move :'( doesnt make a sound. . Cant breath. . Cant live. . And it wont b there tomoro :'( :'(
no. . Don do this please. . Whoever is doin it. It wont come back. . Please don go . . :'(
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