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I need to get out more.
posted on Sunday, September 5, 2010 @ 8:51 PM
I'm frustrated with the fact that I'm never even given the option to ask.
And then I assume.
And then I step back to where I was near this time last year.
And then I think I need to rethink everything.
And then I end up beating myself up.
And then I have to heal again.

But it's never anyone else that hurts me.
No one ever hurts me.
I hurt me.
And it's a terrible little fact.
Sometimes I think that school is just a distraction for me hurting myself.
Which is why I do it during vacation.

I need to get out more, don't I?
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