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    Monday, December 15, 2008
    Post #04

    So my heart is pounding and I feel like crashing.

    Ever had the feeling like you wanted to ignore a person, but yet at the same time, you still persist, because you are simply guilty for avoiding the person? 

    I don't mean to think about you.

    You know I hate to do that... the feeling of having to lose control over my mind, trying to scream for you to get "IT!"... for you to know the answers to all my problems...

    You know I hate it... having to wonder whether this would hurt you... but yet still have the feeling of guilt for not wanting to care whether if you ultimately do.

    You see... we've got to move apart, in different directions. 

    because you simply don't get it. 

    I am here, but how long can I still be here? How long would it be, before my spirit is completely drained and that I become over-emotional like I used to. You know I hate that too. that I hate the idea of having to invest emotions in something as unreliable as you. I won't last with all my insecurities and all my fears.  

    I'm letting go and letting God. 

    because... don't you get it?

    I like you.

    I'm discouraged by you.

    I feel weird with you.

    I love you. 

    disclaimer: all of the "you"s are different people so you'll probably fail trying to match any emotions. 

    10:22 PM