Thursday, July 02, 2009 the flowers... they're withering away. :

i cant draw recently. i dont know why. they all look so ugly. maybe i should try again later. but whats the use though. it doesnt matter anymore.

i dunno.

i got the chance to come out. i probably should be happy. but im not.

i hear voices.

she's telling me to stop.

they want me to go back.

why? i dont want to. its nice to be out once in awhile. at least i get to see the world. but they're dragging me back. they're not pleased. why?

do they hate me so much?

allen hates me. i know he does.

but the rest of them dont... do they?

we're still partially fused. i can sense some of their thoughts.

this is so weird. i feel like im not myself anymore. its like im getting eaten up slowly. its like... im slowly fading away. i dont want that. i want to be here. i want to.............

i dont know what i want.

i dont know.

allen is messing with my thoughts.

damn it, he should fucking stop.

argh. now i sound like him. what the hell.

...............

i should probably go now. allen's getting mad.

~danny;;
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