The Contents of my journals shock me. To an extend, I am beyond disbelief. When i read through the pages I am not reading about myself, because the boy in these pages is not me. I am sad for this boy, more than i can articulate. I’m sad not just for him, but his friends and family, too. People trying very hard to save him, as he continues his path unclenched and burnt out, void to all the implications of his actions.
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It’s the same with people who say, ‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ Even people who say this must realize that the exact opposite is true. What doesn’t kill you maims you, cripples you, leaves you weak, makes you whiny and full of yourself at the same time. The more pain, the more pompous you get. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you incredibly annoying.
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