i think the same..Dt whats wrong? message me

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I like to pretend sometimes that I am a butterfly. I pretend I can taste with my feet and that I have wings so pretty that the flowers are jealous. I like to pretend sometimes that I am very high inside the clouds and that even though its very cold, I am warm and very happy.
Flying is a solitary thing, and like in peter pan you can only do it when you are happy.
Sometimes I pretend that I am not real. Its not very hard because sometimes people don’t think I am, But I am .
I like being liked the best. I color really good and I like to play lots of games, but sometimes I get so sad that I forget and then I think maybe I should die.
Mama says all little girls should be happy ones.
Sometimes when I’m playing a game I look down and my hands aren’t quite my own, they seem bigger and older, like maybe someone just lent them to me. Sometimes I like to color and then I hear a voice in the back of my head that says big girls aren’t supposed to. But I like coloring and I’m not very big besides, it doesn’t matter what game you play when you’re alone anyways. Most of the time no one plays with me, they say that I should grow up. But I think they are jealous because I get to play. Sometimes they break my crayons. I think its very mean to break someone’s crayons. Sometimes they hide Charlie. He’s my bear and he sleeps with me because he’s scared of the dark.
Sometimes I hear voices. I give them names but they already have faces.
The voices I hear are cold and distant, cruel and faint and
Maybe I’m not real. Maybe I am imaginary.
But I get to play when no one else can and I get to be loved.
But here is a secret you will want to know.
I was born to become what another little girl couldn’t be. I am her secret.
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lol i like that

haha too true

true but most of the time with the inflection and the tone...it almost has a cheap ring to it

why when guys just meet a new girl, do they call them baby?
it just makes me feel like im being picked up for a one night stand...

Today I find myself looking into my future, unsure of where I am going or when its going to end
I find myself wishing and waiting and realizing that I don’t know much of anything and the feeling of ignorance is almost overwhelming.
I am contemplating life and death. The never ending circle between two equally unfathomable realms.
Today I realized how young I really am, how old I am and the paradox of time being too short and much too long.
I realize how precious a new life can be and with what relief an old one can end.
I find myself coming to understand how everything in life needs balance and without it how chaotic the world can be.
With life comes death, with change comes constant.
I find myself still stinging from grief over the loss of a few dear friends, and fighting that lingering bitterness that comes with betrayal.
And finally accepting the sad reality that nothing is ever as simple as it should be.

Today I am celebrating the peace that has settled in my soul
And trying to calm the storm that has retreated for now.

Today I have been doing mindless chores and finding myself content, thanking whatever powers that be that I am alive to fold laundry and take out the trash
Today
I am happy
And sad
And relieved
And calm
And tired
Today I am myself, merely mortal
And I realize that is the shadow of death were to cross my face I wouldn’t be sad to see him come.

what an ugly word
to rear its head
in any i had thought so dear
reading like a dirty novel
the passerbys stare in a sense of awe

like an angry lynch mob
seeing their last victem, head on a pike
it seems surreal

by word or deed
no matter where its delt
it lands stright to the heart

yes,betrayl
whispered in a hushed voice
it still sounds like a scream
remembered for eternity

hey look its sally

thanks.

lol thanks. not too much..a lot of being busy over mindless errands and chores.
how about you?

hey pats. how are ya?

lonely. how is everyone. its been a bit since ive been on

thanks, and the ones who are getting layed off are in my prayers as well