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wow i thought i had things figured out. used to tell myself that at least i invested in someting my sister could not-relationships. turns out she's headed in a brighter direction, and i am just that dog waiting for a bone. dreamnt of how dysfunctional it was before this, but how emotionally-rewarding. what can i say, i think it has to do with my mother insticnt, which has gone haywire for so long. needless to say, there is nothing left to paint on this canvass, you have managed to paint everything. don't really understand how i am ablt to conjure feelings of comfort while sleeping, set in a very possible situation. maybe it was the "needing" feeling.
this is just like that course you despise. time to hop into another bandwagon. this has given me insomnia, busted lungs and drooping eyes for too long. i wish i had the guts to just go out with dart and his friend this weekend, knowing how i'll just be wishing i went.