11·19·01 Pre-Dawn

19-NOV-2001 03:00
This isn't a for-real suicide thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things.
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Some people may find me more cold, depressed, and distant than usual. And I am. But it's not because I want to be alone. Just the opposite. I feel lonely. I feel people slipping away from me, and I don't know how to deal. And why do I type this out here instead of talking about it? Because I can't talk about these things to people's faces. Sometimes I can barely stand knowing someone's looking at me. [This is somehow related to why eyes fascinate me, I think.] Besides, the people to whom I really need to say this never really read this site anyway. So, this is rather pointless as a cry for help. I guess it's just a vent, then. A pointless vent. And I'll stay cold. And depressed. And distant. And I'll lose people. Because I did nothing to keep them.

... Aw, fuck.