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Micah
17
I value:
family
friends
laughter
love
I am one of the most accepting people you will ever meet
I'll try my best to brighten your day
I give good advice, but fail to take it
I am my own person,
and nothing you can say or do will make me feel less
because I control my own happiness
I believe in love;
even though it doesn't always appear to exist.
When all hope is lost things can get crazy.
I've changed a lot in the past two years
life does that too you.
I care about the world
and want to make a difference.

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Sunday, June 10, 2007

Someone broke my heart last Tuesday, and it still hurts like hell.
My life feels empty right now.

I feel like I don't belong anywhere and no one would notice if I fell off the face of the earth.
I don't like it.

My friends don't feel like my friends and the only person that I could talk to and would help me make sense of all this is the one that broke my heart...
and lied to me.
I didn't realize how much I depended on him.
I was determined not to get attached and rely too much on him,
and I was doing good,
until I actually believed him.

and now I realize that I was right all along.
I can't rely on anyone no matter how much they tell me I can.
It's too hard,
and they'll just end up hurting me in the end.

I hate being let down,
lied too,
back stabbed,
broken hearted,
having a broken spirit.

I just want to get the hell away from everything and everyone one.
but that's not good either.
I think I'm afraid to be alone with myself right now.
I'm afraid of my thoughts and what I'll turn into.

I have to go to Carol and Gloria's fathers day to spend it with them in memory of Carl.
If I never go to a funeral again,
it'll be too soon.

somebody has to help me.