I found this in the back of one if my old journals. No one will read this anyway so I thought I might as well throw it out there.
I feel empty. I just do. I can't just let it be anymore. I don't even know where to go from here. I'm tired of being tired because of this shit. When you don't even have a present reason, just a past to hold your judgements, your emotions against. It may not be the worst,or even close. Not he'll, not heaven, and yet not n between. Somewhere, but not in the middle. Somewhere far from happy, yet fr from permanent disparity. I know I'm blank,empty. Though, by some power I know it's not here to stay,not forever, it doesn't have to be my endless fate just a current reality. I know I can do something.To see past the past, you have to run through the fire, step on the coals, and feel the scotch, even though you know you've never deserved any of it. But, for now I just don't, and that'll have to be ok for now.
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