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This problem has buried you alive. You look, all you see is dirt, and you think you're going to die. Little do you realize, you're only buried in about 2 inches of dirt. All you really have to do is sit up, and stand tall. You're only six feet under when you are dead.

Sex in the next room.

STREAM OF CONCIOUSNESS.

I feel like a completely different person than I was less than a year ago.

Bad? Good? ..Bood.

I don't want to fuck you, I just want to be your friend. Can you deal with that?

I hate when people say they want to hang out and then it never happens. Are we all really that out of touch with one another? Don't bother me unless you're serious. I judge you based on these kinds of things.

Fuck wine headaches.


Oh god, sex in the next room. Wall bangs.

Tired. Allthetime. I want to make a rhythm.

Norestnobreaks.

Poor brain.


I want to learn Russian.





Noprocessesjustrawemotion.
-Livi.

Wrong.

So.... I've been feeling alright lately..

Lately, but..
but my heart's started to hurt profusely again. At least this time I have the sense to not do anything about it. I know there's nothing that I CAN do, so I've been trying to block it out the best I can. I'm just not very good at keeping things bottled up, but I know that I would just make every situation worse if I were to voice how I really feel. Not only for one person...but for another as well.
It's all part of growing up I guess.

I truly from the bottom of my heart hope that you have a happy life, I just wish I could be there to cheer you on and enjoy it with you.

I shouldn't post this. I think I'll make this private. Or take the link for this off of my Facebook.


It just makes me physically hurt..that things will never be the same.