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Sunday, January 11, 200910:47 PM
i like the way you're walkin', i like the your talkin'  Fact: ''Let's take a walk as we glisten in the summer weather; we're on top, now make, make, make it better.."I don't know what to feel, nor what to say. Am I happy? I'm not sure. Am I sad? I guess so. Am I angry? Hell yes. Do I feel like I should wallow in a hole somewhere and either vanish or die? If you put it that way, then yes, I do. I feel like I cannot remember the simple motion of breathing, and that my stomach has been torn out and thrown to the hungry piranahs to feed. I feel like some one's unraveling me like a knit sweater once you find a loose string and can't resist the calling to tug. There's a lump in my throat, and my mouth is dry. What should I say when I find my voice to speak? Shall I say, 'I'm sorry'? Or maybe just a smile will do. Maybe this calls for a 'screw you', or a 'congrats, I'm happy for you'. Or shall I go 'I told you sooo' and flash a smile as a repeatedly thrust my index finger into your chest. Or maybe I'll hold up a glass and say 'here's to you'! Or maybe it's best not to say anything at all. Maybe this event calls for me to stand against the wall like a wallflower and pretend like nothing happened, and become obtuse to the world around me. It's odd such a feeling. The blood rushes to my head and I can feel my shuffle its way into a headache. Goosebumps appear on my arms as a chill speeds its way down my spine. I've been in a foul mood the past few days, feeling like my soul would implode like the dying stars on the History channel, but nothing ever happened. I knew it was bound to happen, but I'm always the last to know, or I never know at all. My eyes tear up, but I'm still debating. Is it worth shedding a few tears? Or should I save them for a rainy day? The feeling rushes forth, and recedes just as quickly, and then it's back again. All I can do is give a long worthless sigh. I guess I'm just stupid...
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