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[darkoshi]

I'm not going to tell you what I want or need, for you did not care. Your lack of concern injured me. Your lack of understanding, and everyone's lack of understanding; everyone's dissimilarity from me, jaded me. You do not care, and no one cares. I will keep it hidden deep inside me where it is even hard for myself to find or remember it.

You mistook a need for a want. So I decided that you were right, it wasn't a need, for I need nothing. And there's no point in wanting something that doesn't exist.

It's funny how reading a 3-year old temporary chat log file can still make me cry. And that is why I still haven't deleted the file.

Comments

[syrtia.livejournal.com]

A lot of my journaling recently has been closed to the public. What I am struggling with was perfectly described in this post. Thanks for being open, it let me know I am not alone.

[darkoshi]

Thanks likewise, for the comment.