i'm afraid of living sometimes. i'm afraid of people and afraid of initiating hope where there might not be any. i'm very hesitant these days to engage in meaningful friendships because i'm afraid failing once again. there's something about me that's easy to fall from. maybe it's my hatred, pessimism, or depressive nature. we're all dying, so what's the point of living. few people in this world, make my life worth the living. i wonder what happens when they all fade away....
the kabobs are looking good. they have marinated all night long. i've got the dining table ready and set out some more cookies. i'm going to pick up a cookie cake this afternoon. when jeremy gets here, we're going to pull out the barbecue grill and make the vegetable trays.
i had a weird dream about high school last night. i had that same feeling of not belonging that plagued me throughout my high school career...of longing to belong. why do we feel the need to be connected? is it genetic or social?
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