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Current mood:  discontent
The question: What do people really think of me? My supposed friends. Does anyone ever get that thought? Maybe its just me. Maybe it's the way I've been programmed all these years. I can't help but wonder what lies behind everyone's eyes when they speak to me, when they speak to one another. I can't hold a straight and unflinching gaze with most people. Am I afraid of what I'll see? Or won't see? I have all these friends supposedly, yet I only hear from less than a handful of them. And some of them, only when they want something from me. I can't stand their eyes. Cold. Empty. I feel life being drained from everything I come into contact with. I sometimes wonder if I'm the cause. But I don't think I even deserve that much credit. I feel that, as of lately, I get more attention from complete strangers than I do my own "friends." So I wonder... Are they really friends at all?
5:29 AM
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