Journal thelasttemptation's Journal: Friends 7
Damn it, what's going on?
A stranger is sitting across from me,
in the body of someone I considered a friend.
Who is this person? Who am I?
Why the hell do I cry?
I lost a friend, a friend I never had,
Today, I lost something that didn't exist.
Can you morn for a imagined feeling?
Can you cry for a stranger?
I always considered you as someone,
Someone I knew and trusted,
Now I know better,
I know that you never wanted me to.
Who is this person? Who am I?
Why the hell do I cry?
I lost a friend, a friend I never had,
Today, I lost something that didn't exist.
Can you morn for a imagined feeling?
Can you cry for a stranger?
I was always there for you,
You never wanted me to.
I was around and could be found,
You never wanted me to.
I tried to watch out for you,
You never wanted me to.
I tried to be a friend,
You never wanted me to.
Today I lost a friend,
a friend I never had.
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it happens to all of us (Score:2)
*sigh* what's weirder is finding that the bits of me i don't know outnumber the bits of my personality that i'm familiar with.
Sometimes i wonder about the certainty of anything in this world. Sometimes, i feel so... anchorless, as if i could be swept aside so easily. As if the tides that move the world move me and i don't know it because the jumbled bits of surf move, too, and then they shift a little more and i realise that i was using them a
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yeah, I know what you mean. I don't know sometimes. I meet this wonderful lady and she actually liked me and thought I was cute and wanted a relationship. She really started it and whatnot. How could I fail I thought, so I really went for it. Awhile later, we sit down to talk, I just had the best week in my life, I was never happier. She told me that she doesn't like being around me cause I confuse her and am always depressed and I'm no fun to be round. I was devistated. I was *never* happier and
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I was walking in the woods at the time, and I just shouted to the world, 'Who am I?' and I didn't get a answer. I just sat under a tree for a few hours thinking. I just don't have a answer, cause so much of myself is a show at times, but if you act like something for long enough, do you become what you act?
And
paradox (Score:2)
I keep hoping that walking this circle will one day result in enlightenment.
Then i wonder whether maybe just knowing that it's a circle isn't some kind of enlightenment, after all...