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Chapter 1 - Who am I?

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Chapter 1 - Who am I?

Chapter 1 - Who am I?
Every day is the same. The constant little complications life throws in. It seems endless, trudging through the muck of depression and pain. I can’t do anything right any more. Constant yelling from my mess ups. Can’t keep “friends” as long as I used to. Pushing myself past the limit to succeed. But for some people, my success just isn’t good enough for them. So much suffering, losses, and wrong doing. During these times, it takes a toll on me. I have so many mixed feelings, I don’t know who I am if I laugh at tragedy. So many visions of a greater loss. Messing up the tranquility in my home. A months worth of threats all said in one night. Feeling, “if I leave, will any one notice I’m gone?” I always feel uneasy around others. Bad vibes? I don’t know who I am any more because the things I was best at are now the things I’m now bad at. I’m living in a nightmare that never ends. One I can’t wake from. A nightmare. A lost memory of who I once was. My heart, never full of so much hate! Never the want to hurt someone. But that feeling is here now and it won’t leave me alone. Uncontrollable actions. Broken soul. To love someone, not impossible, just hard to make happen...who...or what exactly am I?

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Kira1 on May 22, 2009, 2:44:37 AM

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Kira1ya. so if that other message didn't make sense, what im trying to say is: don't worry about not feeling competely sure of yourself: there is always some kind of person you can turn to.
and also: you wrote this in a way that understands and reaches EVERYONE. that means you know who PEOPLE are deep inside, without actually knowing THEM...
if that still doesn't make sense: im sorry.
very well written!!!

Kira1 on May 22, 2009, 2:42:25 AM

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Kira1the author is a talented person. she may not believe she keeps her "friends" for long, but she has at least one friend, without quotations. she knows that much. deep inside, she believes it. she knows who that person is. that person who speaks in third person. this person is always sure that even if this author doesn't know who she is, she is ALWAYS this person's friend: close to heart, and supported through everything. You may not always know who you are, but you know who I am, and I know who you are... or something like that.... without ACTUALLY knowing, WE KNNNOOOOOWWWWW! 'tis strange knowledge indeed....
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!

AyJay on April 20, 2004, 8:36:27 PM

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AyJayI know I already commented on this, but I'd like to say it again; this piece of writing is absolutely supurb. It has emotions which I have never seen written in such a way that it actually grips your soul. Heh. I bet I sound weird. A well. It describes my life at the moment.

AyJay on November 8, 2003, 7:22:39 AM

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AyJayomg, it is sooo good! **adds to fave's**