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Journals by Sortingthroughlife, by newest first

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  • Are you sorry?
    All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around I’ve been giving out chances everytime and all you do is let me down And its taking me this long but baby I figured you out And you think it will be fine again but not this time arou
    by Sortingthroughlife on Apr 1 1:39 AM, 100 words. → Make first comment?
  • Another dream

    I'm inside a large Parking Garage, at the end of the garage is a large Black area, an area of nothingness... Just a large Black area, full of water, the depth is unknown. I'm walking steadily towards the end of the garage, holding a cloth covered book in my hands. On the front, in flowing letters it reads "Sarah"

    by Sortingthroughlife on Mar 16 1:02 AM, In Angst, Crying, Dream.  700 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
  • I may not understand
    Right at this exact moment that I'm typing this (9:56PM) it has been Six months and Thirteen hours since my dear friend Sarah passed away in a car accident. I'm not trying to make this sad and somber, please bear with me, I must add in the backstory. For the first two months, until October 27th 2008, I was in shock a
    by Sortingthroughlife on Feb 27 10:29 PM, In Contemplative, God, Joy, Love, Peace, Sorrow.  700 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
  • Another dream

    Her room is clean, and Bella, me, and Her are sitting at a small table next to the bed. We're laughing and having a wonderful time, eating Chocolate Chip cookies, and drinking something that could be tea. I look at her and say, "Won't you come to my party on Thursday? The whole family will be there. It won't be an

    by Sortingthroughlife on Jan 31 12:40 AM, 300 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
  • Two dreams

    We're sitting on my bed, the three of us, and we're having a fairly good time. She looks at me, and asks me, "Why is my mother sleeping in my bed?" I say slowly, "We thought you were dead. I'm so glad you're not." Her sister looks at me and says, tears streaming down her face, "Sarah is dead." I scream then, becau

    by Sortingthroughlife on Jan 27 9:46 AM, In Angst, Bitter, Depression, Dreams, Saddness.  300 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
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