i am going around in circles. it's not because i stared at the fan for too long last night. well..maybe it is. but it stimulated a multitude of thoughts. not the fan, but Mary.
i looked at what's going on and i can't help thinkin that i am going around in circles. i'm doing the same things over and over again. i've been to the same places over and over again. and i can't help it.
it almost feels like i'm roaming around looking for the right door to push open. just randomly roaming 'till it has become a habit...a practice. a formality that i have learned to become so used to. old habits die hard. to an extent that it almost feels like an entrapment. a net that i can't seem to cut out of.
i just need to find the knife. need to cut. need to sever. need to break free.
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Dear,
The ending.... seemed a lil too disturbing.....
I feel so much like doing wat is stated in the last line. My life is goin round in circles that I feel like ....i duno... sigh
rubina: too disturbing? don't worry, i wasn't gonna hurt anyone or myself. slitting my wrists would my last choice of a suicide method. :)
alrite dear.... Pheww.....
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