My heart has raced and my mind wondered. Anxious thoughts would come and go throughout the day. I'd wait for them. I would lose myself in the euphoria. At least, that's what it seemed to be. I didn't know what was happening. Was this my escape, my unconscious addiction? When I started to become paranoid, I became unsure of myself. What were others thinking about me, my friends? Did they see something they didn't want to tell me about? At this point, I had no more secrets being hid from them. I struggled. The truth was right in front of me. I just couldn't see it. Or no...maybe I was scared. Obviously, the truth is there, but I might have been twisting it to protect myself. I don't like the dark, hearing creepy noises, or seeing dead people. I mean, who does? But there are an enormous amount of people out there afraid of the truth. I think I'm one of them.
I love you.
I'm happy.
Keep believing it's true.
This feeling isn't sappy.
I want you to be content, too.
I'll be there,
Whatever happens.
You're in my daily prayer.
So glad we became friends.
Can't express how much I truly care.
~ tessmarie (January 31, 2010)
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