karen and i were reminiscing last night and we realized that everything has gone by so fast.
i felt like crying.
i do not want to grow up. unfortunately, i have no say in the matter.
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sometimes
i
feel
my
house
is
prison.
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i wish i could change the last three letters of my name and be her.
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i would rather be regretting what i did than regretting what i didn't do.
its a shame there are so many of the latter.
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i wish i had said goodbye.
you were my sister.
and i hate to see you like this.
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i'm afraid.
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"living with the wolves & sleeping in the sty
they wouldn't understand, they wouldn't even try
i am a bottle, hollow and empty,
dropping slowly without a soul to catch me"
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i know so little of whom im supposed to know best.
ive never felt safe here.
its why i used to hide behind the sofas.
and youre the last person i want to be reading this.
i want to get away.
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i hate forgetting.
and i hate myself because im starting to forget.
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It's been a long year since we last spoke. do you ever get homesick?
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howdidwegetsofuckedup. T_T
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"The vile, rotting stench of an open drain hits as the clustering thing sharpens into focus. Mara gasps as she sees it's a heaving mass of humanity. A chaos of refugee boats crams the sea around the city and clings like a fungus to the huge wall that seems to bar all entry to refugees."
"'I don't like this, dont like it,' Gail is muttering feverishly, like a small child. 'I want to go home, mum. Oh please, lets turn back and go home."
"Fishing boats, ferries, rusted military crafts, once-luxurious cruisers, old and battered pleasure crafts and bashed yachts, all kinds of vessels, even ramshackle handmade rafts with patchwork sails; rich and poor, all ages, all kinds of people, are crushed here into a common pulp of human misery. The sea runs red with sunrise, the water steams, the noise and stench are terrible."
"You've always told us that it's a necrotten place, a place that brings sorrow and heartache. That its books are full of poison. Why?"
"And still this city of the dead
Gives echo to no human tread"
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remember the shooting star?
oh my god it feels like forever.
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sorry.
i really
am
so sorry
for the golfstick incident.
youhavenoidea.
youhavenofuckingidea.
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