My life is... everlasting it seems. I'm not sure if I'm happy with it.
I feel so unloved, ha. It's about time I felt something.
But, the question still remains, do I really want to be loved? It seems it is more of a burden then anything wonderful. All the time I would be thinking of it, when I should be with the outside world.
Although, I do seem to remember being taught that reality is better than I may imagine. I remember that I learned that somewhere along the lines of my pail insanity of a life, but I can not recall the feeling itself. My mind is as blank as my heart.
Depressing, isn't it?
Hm... well, I'll wait I guess. It's not like I'm going anywhere, and even if I did I would never be able to kill the possibility of finding it. That is the world, and I have no control over it.
Again,
Elizabeth
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