This journal....
Before i start spilling my feelings with some help from my keyboard and deviantArt, i have to say... i don't feel worthy of using capital '' i '' when writing about me. Just so you won't be a grammar nazi.
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i feel like i live in another dimension, yet i'm still around here...
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i don't even understand
-how some of the last events took place.
-who am i supposed to talk to.
-who the hell will understand and make things as they were, because i don't think i can.
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In fact, i think i kind of know what i did.... uh, no, not exactly. More like.... i know i did something, but i don't know what. Reall