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Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3
Sunday, March 30, 2008
I ran on the treadmill for about twenty minutes.
My legs shaky, I walked out. And I felt that I was still on the treadmill, and the world was moving while I remained stationary. No matter how fast I walked, I didn't manage to make any difference. No matter how hard I tried, colours rushed past me without sparing me a moment of their time.
No matter what I did, nothing would change.
I did try, I used different ways of running. Sometimes very fast, sometimes very slow. My only fault was the way I started. I ran on the treadmill. It didn't matter that my feet couldn't touch the ground, or I was out of breath, or how hard I tried to move. All that mattered was that I was not part of the ever changing colours. I didn't fit in.
And so, I was alone.
8/5/08 This qualifies as emo. I'm not deleting this because of the interesting comment though.. 0_o
8:55 AM
Sunday, March 30, 2008
I ran on the treadmill for about twenty minutes.
My legs shaky, I walked out. And I felt that I was still on the treadmill, and the world was moving while I remained stationary. No matter how fast I walked, I didn't manage to make any difference. No matter how hard I tried, colours rushed past me without sparing me a moment of their time.
No matter what I did, nothing would change.
I did try, I used different ways of running. Sometimes very fast, sometimes very slow. My only fault was the way I started. I ran on the treadmill. It didn't matter that my feet couldn't touch the ground, or I was out of breath, or how hard I tried to move. All that mattered was that I was not part of the ever changing colours. I didn't fit in.
And so, I was alone.
8/5/08 This qualifies as emo. I'm not deleting this because of the interesting comment though.. 0_o
