TERRIBLY SANE
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THE DIARY OF PETRICHOR
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IF ANYONE STILL READS THESE OBSCURE, QUIET THOUGHTS, MY GUESTBOOK HAS FINALLY BEEN FIXED.
I am tired of being afraid, but it is the only way of doing things that I know how to do. I wish I could honestly feel that I can trust and be safe. But I know that such a thing is an unreasonable expectation. I have to learn to trust knowing that I am not safe by trusting -- and to trust anyway -- knowing that I put myself at risk and in danger -- and that undoubtedly, I can expect be hurt and in pain as a consequence.
I am so wrapped tightly. Nothing inside my mind, deep inside my mind peeks through. I have an awareness that if I died tomorrow, people wouldn't have the faintest clue of who I was, what I felt, and what it might be to me.
I am getting old now.
I don't want to die like this.
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