Posted by Devin on Mon Nov 6 17:24:02 2000: IP Address: 152.163.201.68
there isn't a person made for this. that's the problem.
we are individual train wrecks and meadows and hunters and live wires.
we are individual.
i tried to tell him that there isn't a meaning in life. that life is the meaning. but, he's not the type to listen to that. or me. i don't think that you realize that you're making an imprint, on me. and it can't ever be undone. however big or small or deep. i will always think of you at certain times. i can't change that. i'm not in control of what you do to me. i feel like i'm owned by so many people. little peices of me that people keep with them or leave places. this isn't new.
i realized that i might never be in love. ever. in love. in love...
do you realize the weight of that? i might never..
i don't think i'm meant to be, in love. i don't think that i'm meant to have children and go to soccer games.
if anyone means people, for things..like motherhood and love...
i don't think i'm meant for any of that.
how desolate..
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