

I'm waiting for stardust. :)
title: 1,2,3 Replacing most of my things remind me that life is pretty much interlinked with materialistic goods. My life has lowered in quality without having my 'necessities' around me. When certain things happen, it shows the true intentions of the people around me. Things that they do for their own self satisfaction, or things that they say out of anger and pique, or people who just want to 'see' you. I've realized that the people who truly care are those that are willing to tell me the truth regardless of how bitter it may sound. And those people I have found. :) Life goes on. I try to piece everything back bit by bit. As moments grow darker, my only recluse is my bed. Sleeping all my problems and thoughts away has always been how I operated. Anyhow, I hope they catch those bastards who took my things. I also want my iPhone back. On a whole other note, I want my life back too. |
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