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I come here telling myself that I write because I need to vent into nothingness, but, obviously, this is a public journal entry. On with the show, I suppose.. So today I come to my own little corner to speak of my own little world, a world where everything is right and all is grace. To have this world treat you well is a blessing and to be able to treat this world well is a gift every day. But my world was taken from me in a most hateful manner, one that pried her from my arms and out of my life. The world now lies cold and it's a very delicate path to walk, one made of thin ice. The path was not always like this, no, it used to be one of t

And I'm an emotional rollercoaster. There's no hiding it, and I don't really intend to make an attempt. I've found myself rather attracted to typing these journal entries out, and I have to say I'm impressed with myself for doing this since it kind of puts myself out there. These emotions of mine as well. So, without further ado, I'll get to what I've made this journal entry for. I'm up this early in the morning singing to songs that I shared with my beloved, and it's magical. I sing aloud as though she was there to hear these songs with me, singing with me, cherishing the moment. Now, jumping way off somewhere really quick, here's how I se

I lie here in the silence. Waiting. Wanting. Caring. Hurting. I can do nothing more than continue on with these days that run together like an uncut bit of yarn. It's starting to wear me down. I got a pretty good burn from a mortar shot that blew up on the table we were launching fireworks from, and I feel as though I deserve it. It's punishment for something I've done. I want to know what it is I've done, and that's what is /really/ taking me. I fell like nothing more than a hollow shell of a man I once was; like this isn't even my life that I'm living right now. I feel as though I'm atoning for someone else's sins, and I'm beginning to qu