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I want the pain to stop. I just want the pain to stop. These last few months have been unbearable - the hardest period of my life. And the only option is to bear it.


Anonymous said...

...Perhaps that's why we love the violence. We're not really alive in the real world. I often fantasize about the ex-boyfriend strangling me, this time for real, until everything stops. The terrifying thing is, when I allow reality and fantasy to mingle, I forget which is which and I forget to be scared. It's exhilarating. I know I'm meant to have given up blogging but I still read all your posts...

I hate it when I can't reach back to Anonymous' - even just a name, a fake name to identify you apart.

But that might be it, I never really looked at it that way. I forget which is which... reality and fantasy - who I am and who I fantasise being. I read too much, I think too much and I don't live enough.
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  1. Anonymous29 October 2010 at 20:23

    I get what's its like to get caught up in your own little fantasy.
    The pain will never stop. Its hard. But you will learn to live with the pain. Love the Pain. The pain shows us were here, HERE, HERE!! were alive. Were breathing, feeling, being.

    were alive.

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  2. Mich30 October 2010 at 15:45

    Bearing it will make us stronger in the end. Break the pain down into pieces--it's easier to understand once it's been broken into bearable pieces. And easier to conquer. Conquer one piece at a time, and the pain will fade away. You deserve to be happy, and to live life to its fullest. Life is a grand adventure, and no one should miss out. :-*
    xoxoxoxo

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