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Cobwebs on the shelf I need to bring back the old purpose of this diary. To vent. I remember when I used to vent in here daily...my terrible swings of ups and downs and horrific whining...then the times when I simply used this to try to sound clever. To be as vague as possible while still "spilling" and sounding like a true author. Whatever the hell THAT means. The only problem with an online diary is that even from it you hide secrets. My life unfortunately is not an open book. So, until semi-recently I stored them into the back of my head and let them dust over on the shelf of my mind. But there they lingered and tormented me ceaselessly. I have sence found a confidant. Someone to share all my thoughts with, being the true me without a worry of what they'd think. After a while, oncee you find that freedom, it's hard to live back in the reality that you'd grown accustomed to before this. And what happens when you start feeling...proud? of what you've found. You've no one to tell it to, because the only one you'd tell IS the very thing you want to flaunt! Then you either resort to strangers, dreams, tears over the sucky existance you live, stupid diaries w/ vague entries..or you put that on a shelf. Just like the rest of the world. Then you have to wonder...What the fuck ever happened to reality? You are the cobweb on my shelf. Wrap me up in yourself and let's forget that what we have isn't even tangible. -SnubReality You know very well that I'm in love with you.
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