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     I had a shit-ton of venting to do, and I wasn't sure how to escape from all the feelings that rush through my head.  I have been having thoughts, you know those ones where you second guess everything and everyone around you, and you continue to ask yourself, why?  Why do I stay?  Why are you crying?  What happens next?  Well I have been getting to that point for some time now and I just need a place to go, an escape.  By the time I finished creating this blog, blog address, and email I was already frustrated to the point of not wanting to type this post.  But the effort couldn't go unnoticed.  Not that anyone will ever read this post or any that I create after this one. If I decide to even continue writing in this blog.
     I have wanted to create a blog for some time now to have a place to just breathe.  I need a space to write or type my feelings.  Mostly because I feel alone and that I have no one to talk to.  I used to start journals when I was young, and write and write, but I would never commit and follow through.  I remember having several of them unfinished and then by the time I was in my early 20's, I think I threw them all away, or left them behind during my moves.  Who knows, but I hate that I still don't have them.  I would read them, and feel sorry for myself.  I used to be such a sap, and an emotional roller coaster.  I guess not much has changed.
 
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