i'm not entirely sure how i feel at the moment.
i'm very comfused about life and love and what we call love and what love truly is and it is beginning to get to me.
there is nothing really that i can do that will make me feel better. i suppose i will just have to figure it all out as i go.
there are people who are much worse off than you are, kinsey.
stop being so selfish.
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(dying is an art. like everything else. i do it exceptionally well. i do it so it feels like hell. i do it so it feels real. i guess you could say i've a call)
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Why are you confused...?
And why don't you talk about it with me? With us?
I love you.
Everything seems confusing at the moment, even though I don't have the slightest as to what is irking you.
But everything will be alright. You can depend upon your friends.
Talk if you want to. You know I'll listen.
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