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09.27.08

Dear Diary,

It's been too long since I was able to write. I miss it so much. I feel so weak. Theres a twisting inside of me. It feels like a dry towell being wrung. No water to give, no heart. No breath. There's a twisting, a pinching, like a horrible bunch to my very core. Nothing different and nothing new but dreadfully confusing when mixed with life. Life on the outside is so beautiful, but its oil.

I'm going to shower and chill. This is the second waisted Saturday night.

Shake me up.

Nelapsi

yesterdays and tomorrows