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Mar. 31st, 2003 02:42 pmI think the exaughstion is starting to settle on me. My frame is starting to feel the weight I've been placing on it. I cried the other night. I was talking about my past, and I couldn't help it, I just started to cry. I turned away, I hope he didn't notice. but I noticed. I'm not ashamed of who I am, or what made me this way. But sometimes it hurts. Little things will remind me of that time in my life when everything hurt so much. I don't know why but ever since that night I havent' been able to shake that uneasy feeling. I just want someone to give me a big hug and tell me that I'm so beautiful, and so smart and so worthwhile. and If i asked I'm sure I have tons of amazing friends who would honestly tell me those things but I need to tell them to myself or it will never matter. But I feel so tired I can't seem to get a handle on myself. Breath. as Schmidty would say I need to breath. I can't wait for london. I need to leave...and never come back. Schmidty, Amy, Chris, Molly...I love you. I'll miss you.
Just walk away
Just walk away
Close your eyes and let go
Breathe fresh air
And just let go
Just walk away
Forget it all,
It wasn’t much
There’s hardly a weeks time
To erase
Just walk away
Potential doesn’t matter
Neither does the past
Just walk away
Let it go at last.
Just walk away
And forget the tears you dropped
A hundred simple gifts
Not repaid
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away
Close your eyes and let go
Breathe fresh air
And just let go
Just walk away
Forget it all,
It wasn’t much
There’s hardly a weeks time
To erase
Just walk away
Potential doesn’t matter
Neither does the past
Just walk away
Let it go at last.
Just walk away
And forget the tears you dropped
A hundred simple gifts
Not repaid
Just walk away