I don’t know anything about magic. I just know about perception.
If all life is symbolic, then I can see how life itself is magical and miraculous.
If this is all there is to life, and it is a matter of self perception, I wish I was dead and never had to feel at all. I am too sensitive to the movement and changes in everyone around me, who is close to me.
Only that you love is capable of causing you pain.
I am not deserving of anything actually. I deserve everything that I get. And that is emotional pain. No joy. Just… pain.
Life is meaningless. Imbue your life with meaning. Don’t listen to anything I say. I’m just a bullshit lying whore.
Filthy fuxking slut. Story of my whole fucking life.
I guess… I found some copied and pasted msn chats I posted to my livejournal. I will post them here I guess. I mean, what do I have to lose?
I have nothing, anyway.
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