250. Survivors Guilt
7:01 p.m. & Friday, Mar. 23, 2007
My girlfriend and I have been dating for three months and fifteen beautiful days.
I needed to clarify because if you read the post before my last I realized that it could get confusing. The entries I've been writing for quite a while now are sections I want in my novel. Fabrications. Lies. Embellished stories. That post was based on Blake. For those of you who haven't been here as long as others he was a close friend of mine who committed suicide almost two years ago. He loved me and I couldn't return his afection in a way in which he deserved.. He soon passed on telling me I was the love of his life, and I then never had a chance to. It's called 'Survivors Guilt'. I loved Blake as a friend with the best part of me that I could.. the end result was I survived and he didn't.
.."survivors guilt."
I want to remember What takes a lifetime to forget
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I am me. Nothing more, nothing less. I write. I don?t write beautiful things. I write about things that happen to me. Things that come from my soul. Deep inside me. This is my life. This is my angst. This is my happiness. This is my joy. This is my sorrow, and my pain. I don?t consider myself a 'poet' in any manner. I consider myself a struggling teen just trying to get by in life. I've only a few things left to hold onto. And writing is one of those...
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