in about 72 hours.
or until i can't stand it.
and, you guys will think this is lame & wierd & shit,
but i feel like sharing.

you're too late; this part of the journal has been deleted.

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i think i finally understand why
my mind creates these random scenarios

_{to escape reality}

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I think


I want to be a nurse
_{that's what they want, too}

I want to help
_{", says my heart.}

I want to be rich
_{i can't end up like homelessman#267whosleepsonthehighwaybridge}

But I know it won't happen.
Trust me, it wont.

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I share because you don't know how many things I keep bottled up inside.