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Where are we going and why am i in a basket 8:40 p.m. 2003-09-29 Sometimes I want to die. Sometimes I want you to hate me. Sometimes I feel like crying. I am ashamed to be who I am right now, but I'm scared to change. I am content with my strength and I hate how even now its hard to touch you because I'm afraid you'll see through me and hate me like I hate me. There are so many things I like about me, but the things I like the most go against human nature and human desires. I need a little confirmation here. I am torn Sometimes I think we'll never get what we want, because we're both afraid, or maybe I'm afraid and you don't care. Sometimes I want to heal Sometimes I think I already have Sometimes I am broken And Sometimes I like it that way |