i hate thinking and i wish sometimes i could just rip my brain apart and just live life experiencing what is happening right there and then instead of reminising or associating it to something that has happened in the past.
it doesn't matter if i try to do things differently or if i try to do anything at all they don't seem to work.
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i suppose my desire to just get out of the country led me to re-visting old memories and each painful long bus ride out to the familiar tours reminds me of you
the phone doesn't ring anymore.
i hate it.
the music has become stale.
i hate it.
i read less now because i can't concentrate. the words seem to scramble before my eyes and my mind takes me away to somewhere we've been before or to something we once both found funny.
i'll lie. i'll smile. i'll laugh.
it's not possible to be sad all the time....
but it is possible.
sometimes.
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