Thoughts of someone lost (and stories of someone finding her way home?)

Tortures of the damned

I'm not mad

Monday, June 9, 2008 by Emma

When we cry ourselves to sleep at night, it means we really live, and not just breathe through days and nights without finding something worth crying for. I guess that means I'm glad I'm crying, even though it hurts inside. I used to make myself hurt on the outside to put an end to the war inside of me, but I guess this is better.

I love you, whoever you are who's reading this. I love you. (And those words have such an impact)

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