Yeah, it's amazing how you can stumble upon straight-out strangers' online journals or weblogs, and you're able to relate completely to what they say. But, when it comes to the person you're currently infatuated with, everything just fades into a black hole.

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i never know what the hell i'm doing. well, i do know. but only when it's too late and it's been said. and i realize the weight of what was uttered. dates and times and circumstances come rushing back and it brings me to my knees. my entire body shudders. because, for one instant, that memory was brought to them is brought to me as well. because of me. and i can't stop shaking. or crying. i don't even know how to act anymore. what to do. what to say. or what not to do or say. it's as if certain people were given the handbook to life. and i was one of the people that god forgot to hand a copy to. not that if i had a copy i'd have read it anyway.
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I'd love to give credit for the previous passage to the following person, er, URL:
http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=typewriterromances :)

For some of the things he writes about, it's exactly as if he took the thoughts from my mind and translated them into English wording.

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