You know I wish at least one person would read this. One person would acknowledge my existence. My thoughts, my pains, my worries.
I used to love to write. I still do actually but time is something I have little of. But these days I just want someone to know what I have to say. I want someone to care enough to listen. To take a few minutes out of their day and think of me.
I don't even know if Chris does that.
I'm tired of being invisible. I'm tired of getting so close, and then just as quickly falling back down.
What the hell is wrong with me?
consider yourself thought of today :-)
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