I think the lonely world that I live in was perhaps self imposed at the beginning but has now become the invisible prison that I can never escape. When all we yearn for is a single soul to understand our own, the greatest pain is realizing it will never be. There is no one around me that I can feel that connected to, or share my heart with and in the absence of that emotional warmth, I only have the cold expanse of the Internet to document my human condition
Do you ever let your imagination create a movie of what’s going to happen, and you play it in your head over and over, perfecting it… only to be let down when the time actually comes, and its nothing like your dream?
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