Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Trapped

I don't now how I can survive here much longer. I hate this place. I hate the way I feel. I want to run but I have no where to run to. The man I love doesn't love me anymore. There is nothing left good for me here. But I'm trapped. I wake up in the morning disappointed that I woke up at all. Sometimes I cry, like I did this morning. My life is a disease.
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  1. shrink on the couchOctober 28, 2011 at 3:25 PM

    Hope you're in a better place. Good to write what you're feeling though.

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