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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 July 2012 October 2012 January 2013 March 2013 July 2013 August 2013 January 2014 September 2014 January 2015 July 2015

{ Monday, June 30, 2008 }

I've found the reason for this darned f-ed up feeling I'm having.
It's the knowing that you dont impact your friends' lives. Like you're just a passing phase in everyone's life. People get to know you and seem like they love you and in the end you realise they dont even take you as anything but just someone they can talk to when they feel sad or they feel lonely. It is at these times where you feel used and abused. It's at these times where you feel like you're just a tool in everyone's life. A tool for them to use when they need it and for them t dispose of when they dont need it.
I thought I would at least be a part of some people's life. Bt it seems I thought wrong. I try so hard sometimes, but get no where. I feel like I could just curl up in a corner and wither away like a wilted flower and no one would notice. Even if anyone noticed, they wouldn't care. They wouldn't bother. Why? Because she was just a passing phase. She was just someone nice to have around. She's just someone who brings life to the room yet everyone could live without.
So is there a damned reason for me to feel shitty? Hell yea. This is why.
She feels so small and so alone.
So insignificant like a clone.
They draw her near
In their times of fear,
They push her away
When they can finally play.
She feels like she's fading,
Fading without anyone noticing.
Soon, she knows, she'll vanish from Earth.
Away from the place she came to birth.
She feels the coldness embracing her.
She embraces it now in all her fear.
I wish things would get better. I just feel like I'm disappearing.


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