Blurrier by the minute
March 19, 2002 @ 2:23 p.m.
Kyle isn't helping. He's trying. Trying to tell me to go for it, see how I feel.
I'm so afraid. Of what? It suddenly adds up like numbers too long to read.
He's trying, I'm trying, everyone's fucking trying.
Still it's too weird. And it doesn't feel like it will ever get better.
I don't think it will ever get better.
As Kyle said, "It's time to haul this shit out and deal with it."
I'm so much better with repression, but it looks like I've come to the end of that.
Permanently preoccupied. I wish I could hide. Let it leave. Let me believe.
I wish I could see where this was going. Unfortunately, everything is looking blurrier by the minute.
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