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I’m beginning to consider the fact that I have wasted my emotions for I cannot feel a thing. How can this be possible?….weird. Have no idea what to accept as true. Moreover, no ambition to do the extra things I’m supposed to. What should I do now? If I think better, I cried more than anyone I know, travelled paths beyond belief and cared a lot for…what? Whom? Why? Did I act right by loving situations and people that much? I’m over that. Clueless whether it’s alright or not. Wow, my mind keeps pumping questions…and no answers so far.
I’m aware of what I have to follow, but can’t focus on anything.. I got it! I’m a robot: do what I gotta when it comes to school assignments, arrive home and that moment, the whole day has passed for I have it in my head. Pure cliché. Furthermore, on the inside…nothing. God! And it was so gracious, beautiful to feel affection for certain individuals, love nature…my blue sky. Wait, no past tense because you never know what tomorrow might bring. One thing is sure: ain’t impressed anymore. Shallow indeed. Monday, 09 October 2006 21:20:05
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