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16 December 2014
12.13AM
12.13AM
It's reality.
It is the one that keeps me up at night reminding me of how hard I am trying to be better. It's the one that smacks sudden realisations in my face and expects me to still lie that I am getting better. I try so hard to be better & happier, & I am. In the day. When I'm out hanging with my friends, those who matters. My friends are like distractions from reality, the one I can't seem to snap out of. & I don't really know what's going on anymore. I don't know what all this is. I don't know what anything is. And I sure as hell don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling.
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.”
“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it's done. It's that easy, and that hard.”