I wish you all well.


StrangersStrangers die everyday. Such a serious conversation for a summer afternoon, Yet he smiles a wry smile and pats her hand gently, pulling a worn piece of paper from his front pocket.Strangers
Were sitting together in a parked car in the rain and the mottled light through the raindrops on the windshield makes shifting shadows on your skin. He stops; taking a breath and watching those sweet little words drift downward, tumbling through the air like snowflakes in the early winter- too light to land and to heavy to stay aloft. And then, a few more would fall, and the two would exchange


Disappointment.I have never... been so miserable in my life. I have never walked this path before, and I find the road signs to be distressing- their arrows lead me onward to a destination I'm not sure I want to face.Disappointment.
The heavy plod of my heart reminds me exactly who I am, and who has left me here on the side of the road to falter. I hate them all, in a way, Me- the girl who refuses to hate- Well, I hate now. I loath. I despise. I despair. I have been left in my empty little casing with little help No comfort, and no one to catch me. I have nothing. There is not one f
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