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hm. i wonder if i should tell my friend about this blog. He's actually the one who inspired me to create it. He writes his own blog/stories as well...isnt the whole point of this is so that people can know about how i feel? so how come im afraid to let him know?
i understand how i might be frustrating some people/readers now. This is just another typical blog, isnt it? a random girl just complaining about her life. even i feel like slapping myself and saying, "uh, hello? i dont give a crap. we all have lives, so just suck it up. the world doesnt revolve around you, so you need to learn your place and deal with what you get"
im so conflicted. part of me is screaming for someone to care and listen to me, while the other part is raging about how no one ever leaves her alone. what the heck?
one more thing i hate: people who take things for granted. you know the feeling, that one you get when you lose something important? i lost a great friend that way. of course, it was because i took him for granted. it hurts. a lot.

In the Void

I only created this so i could talk to someone. Or rather, talk to myself, with the comfort that maybe, just maybe, some random person would stumble upon this stranger's blog and listen to what i have to say. Its all we really want, isnt it? someone to be there for you, someone to listen to you. It's funny, how I am so comfortable with spilling out my secrets to the general public, but never to my closest friends. Are they even my friends? More like, dummies, mannequins, fake illusions or people who claim they care about me. No one really knows me anyways. hahahaha that's so cliche. scratch that. I just don't bother letting people know the real me. Cuz she's ugly. or maybe...maybe its because i dont know the real me anymore either. I've gotten so absorbed into pretending to be this girl, ive already forgotten the little girl inside me, her screaming voice for freedom already dead, lost within the harsh noise of reality.