to be - alone

This is the book I've never read
These are the words I've never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head...
-Why, Annie Lennox

So. I'm going to a dance on the 19th. I'm so nervous, and I don't know why. Well, I do know why. I'm not a socialite, and I don't really interact well with crowds. But I want to meet new people and maybe get a fresh start. It's been almost a year. Does anybody want to go with me? Email me if you do. It's not the Sadie Hawkins dance, just so you know.

It's hard to keep yourself afloat mentally sometimes. Like, you don't know if you're sinking or swimming, and the more you think about it the more you sink but somehow you can't stop. Blah.
I'm sorry, this entry is lame. I don't know what to say anymore.
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