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Spill my life like ink on a warn out parchment

I don’t really know the purpose of spilling ones thoughts, concerns, and troubles in a public media like an online journal, but I need to rant and this is as good a way as any other. I doubt many people will actually be bothered to read this anyway, why would they waste their time on such a mundane and uninteresting

by Forgotten Anomaly on Aug 30 4:21 AM, In Anger, Angst, Dark, Death, Escape, Life, Lost in thought, Nonfiction. 2,200 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
Living in the nothingness (2-15-09) near midnight

I’m living in a reality that doesn’t seem real. I’ve spent most of my life in my own little world because my life was so unbearable that it was just easier that way but now… now none of this makes any sense anymore. I thought I’d feel free once I got out from under my parents roof but I don’t I feel trapped and I’m

by Forgotten Anomaly on Feb 15 11:34 PM, In Depression, Life, My life, Pain, Personal, Thoughts. 900 words. → 3 comments, Add one?

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