Entry for October 08, 2007

Crying is the only thing that feels real. Pain, the only reminder that it is.

The rest is a daze. I float in and out of the day. My mind is not here. It remembers only one thing, the very thing I should try and forget. Why should it be so hard to let go of the things that hurt you? Why are those always the hardest to leave behind?

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