"26-04-2010 - 23:27
Dear Diary, I just don't know what happy moments are for anymore. I'm beggining to fear them. Having happy moments in a unhappy life is painfull, we get to see what happiness is and then our reality is shoved right in our faces. I'm, honestly, lost. Lost enough to cry myself to sleep 6 out of 7 days a week, lost enough to create a diary, hoping that way I won't need to make someone carry my troubles, and get pained by knowing my pain. Keeping my problems to myself seems perfect. Except I can't do it any longer. My friends see me as one of the strongest persons they know, but I don't feel like I can be strong much longer. And all I know is that I wanna go home. I know I'm in the only place I've lived my whole life. But I wanna go home, I don't know where it might be. But I just wanna go home."
I really gave much thought to whether I should post this or not. And in the end I came to the conclusion that this is the perfect 100th post. No pictures, no typical lame and sarcastic jokes, no humor at all, just... that.
Happy 100th post to me.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
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3 comments on me. Outch it hurts!:
Thanks for sharing this. I was going thru random blogs (nest blog>> thing) and fond this. I have to say it really touched me, and my advice is fight it before you look around and you're 30 and still live somewhere where it feels ... not home.
wow, that was rely sad ='(
mayb, u should like search 4 a place where u feel better. I did:
My dad died wen I was young, so I was raised by my mum and stepfater, they got separated lik 3 years ago, and for 1 year I lived just wit my mum,, but i wasn't happy. So i got corage and told my mum that i wanted to live wit my stepfater, she didnt take it very well then, but then she understood me, and now i'm much happier. U should find a place 4 u 2.
You've got me. I might not be a home, but I can be your safe harbour every time you need it.
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