It is possible to be wrong. It is possible to fall so low that you don't even realize that no one cares for you anymore. I know my posts seem to be the worst of things right now, but I can only think of darkness when I post in this journal. I'm not sure why that is... You know, I always wonder why I was born into the family I am with now. I have my mother, my father has passed away and my elder parents are always nagging me. Well, at least one of them is.. It's painful and full of nothing but torture. I've dreamed of running away and starting a new identity, but why do that when I have no where to go? Not yet anyway. Someday I will run, possibly it will be to change my life, or maybe I'll decide to just get away for a while and come back when things are better. It's my fault for making things this bad off, right? I mean have you really looked at your life and decided that it's perfect? You can't. Perfect is impossible. Impossible is only seldomly possible. Can you become perfect? We'll see, right?
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