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BringAudraTheHorizon's Journal
Things No One Should Ever Know.
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DESTROY THE WEAK!
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July 20, 2008, 11:03:pm
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So some of you haven't been the "friends" you are claiming to be.
Time to leave people behind.
Destroy The Weak.
I cannot support or help you anymore, if you aren't helping yourself.
Sick of immaturity.
Sick of the complaining.
Sick of the whining.
Sick of you.
Until you grow up.
And realize that you are just pushing people away.
Get a life.
Live your own.
Don't be a pussy.
If you're going to talk shit...
Do it yourself.
Don't get someone else to do it.
Get a backbone.
Don't tell me I am wrong.
Most of the time its you.
I will admit if I am wrong.
I am not that immature. I don't have to blame shit on others.
Grow up already.
Please.
Or do me a favor, and get out of my life now.
I don't have problems like you say.
Obviously for people to act like that just from a joke.
They don't deserve to be there.
As far as I am concerned....
They were never there at all.
Thanks to the people who have given me advice.
Finally listening to you guys, and believing in you...
Helped me out A LOT!
So take this as your warning...
If you are conceited, spineless, or just plain immature...
Don't talk to me.
Don't even look at me.
I want nothing to do with you.
Mood: Discontent
Music: Dntel
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Why Do I Think?
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July 20, 2008, 10:57:pm
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I have come to realize, my mind is quite complicated.
Thinking opens a doorway for those old wounds to bleed. Bleeding me dry.
Until the thought process is no more.
All there is, is pain.
I try to block out things, from the past and present.
Turn off my brain.
But it seems like no matter what I do, those monsters have a way of catching up to me.
Theres no place to hide from them.
No way to get rid of them.
They lurk in the back of my mind.
Tearing me from the inside out.
Like opened wounds.
Things I try to forget.
Things I dont like to talk about.
Its hard for me to talk about those monsters.
The constant fear of them coming back.
The constant fear of things happening again.
Afraid of the pain.
Afraid of hurting someone else.
And them leaving.
Paranoid.
You could call me that.
But please, never ask about those monsters.
Mood: Discontent
Music: Dntel
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