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Nosebleed ( 15 March 2004 - 9:36 p.m. ) I need to get away from here, where everything and everyone is so frantic, so wound and energetic. Always trying never stop. Got to be on top always, always, always. But i don't want to do any of it, so little really thrills me any more, gets me right there, takes me away. I get bored My need for comfort is never met, my need to relax is pushed aside by most, so that all I feel is empty, in a continuing, despairing cycle of trying to make myself feel better. But I never do for very long, I always get dissatisfied again soon. I don't want to do it, you fucking idiots. Why won't you go away, why won't you let me do what I want, why won't you ever, ever stop fucking talking, all the fucking time, on and on, talking inane shit with no feeling in it, nothing there. It's all completely empty and pointless, so why won't you fucking stop doing it? Why will you not let any feeling in? In case you cry? In case, for once, you actually have to take something seriously, have to actually feel some fucking emotion. Fuck you all. Fuck you. Squeal like a pig when you... Break fucking, break fucking neck People stifle me too much sometimes. They won't let me be. They want to make me change, to dull my emotions and senses and make me them. I won't. I won't stop feeling. I don't want to. But maybe I have to run away, if I want that, cos there's too many of them, it's too hard, and they will never let me. And now I can hardly breathe, it feels like I've been going for too long... | |||||||||