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Sasha - 2006-10-04 02:20:16
I have no idea if I will be here... I keep trying to go, but it always seems like fate turns the opposite way and I am left to bear the burden of yet more pain. Shame is truly what I feel when I see these scars... what I feel when I know they run not just across my skin but deep into flesh and bone. Across my heart. I'm very unhappy... I didn't mean to bother you, nor turn my own problems into your own. But you're a good man... and a lucky one, too. Just always remember that, and best wishes to you, Ghost.
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Melissa - 2006-10-04 09:54:09
Hey ghost, great entry. I really was touched by this entry. I dont know if Sasha realizes that sometimes life has a different plan for us. You went through many hard times, and doubts, rejections, etc. before getting to where you are. I believe life is a cirlce where we have our very lows, and our very highs. most of the time we're floating around in the middle of a high or low, but it does always come around full circle. I just hope Sasha will get around her circle-- and I believe she will. It just like anything in life takes time. If anything I'll just say "hang on" keep holding on...it will turn up.
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le-fart - 2006-10-04 10:10:58
Ahaha, of course I will be there. Be here. The way you look at it is absurd; you think I saw you, saw you were miserable and so jumped in to help. But I really desire you. It�s absurd, why do you think (and others seem to think that, too), that I�m in it for nothing? Just to be a good person? Please, I�m not LIKE that! I�m not a good person! That�s not my goal! What I want is you! I mean, be convinced or not, doesn�t matter, time will show anyway. I�m not like you, you seem to consist of this big heart, very giving-but I�m not like that, I even think that is stupid. I would never be so giving and so loving like you are to other persons. It would never occur to me to...even give one day of my own life to save someone else�s. I don�t like the third world people, for example. I don�t like people in general. I would never give anything to you if I wouldn�t think that I get to be with you one day, live with you. I want to have you, to take you, to own you. I don�t want you to feel better in the first place. I just give you stuff cause I want to own you. Do you know what I mean? Like a man who gives his woman jewlery. So everyone sees it�s his woman. Like that! You�re not free to be with somebody else. I mean, I wouldn�t approve of that. I don�t know if that�s the case, but I felt that some of the things, the stuff that�s happened, where you weren�t so friendly, or not so inviting to me, I believed that that was because I was a man, so to speak, and as a woman you always chase the man away and he has to get over obstacles and stuff...I thought that you thought that I was, you know, a bad man, and stuff, that you were afraid of me. That might be only my own thoughts of course. My mum always says that to me. So maybe I summoned it myself. The rejection. Or not, I mean, or you are this mimosa. Shrinking violet. I�m always thinking you don�t like me. Hehe, even now. OK anyway. I�m not stupid, you know. I don�t pay for something and then get nothing for it. Noone would do that. I�m not helping you, Im buying you, I�m giving you gifts so that you like me. Not because I think you deserve it or need it or whatever. That�s another story. I don�t think in that terms. It doesn�t matter if you need something or not. Well, it�s good that you�re needy, cause how are you gonna make gifts to someone who has everything already. But, why I do it is cause I want you to like me. I want you to like me! I think if you...didn�t succeed in life, then your mum would think she hasn�t given enough...you know. Hehe, I have some psychic connection to her.
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