In the end, the only thing we really own is our story.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
I'm so lonely I could die.
I hate being alone in my apartment.
I have no one to talk with.
No one to share my thoughts with.
And when I'm alone I tend to think about things that I should have forgotten already.
I tend to be emotional.
I just don't want to be alone.
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