Well I can't tell you where I'm going, I'm not sure of where I've been
But I know I must keep travelin' till my road comes to an end
I'm out here on my journey, trying to make the most of it
I'm a puzzle, I must figure out where all my pieces fit
Like a poor wayfaring stranger that they speak about in song
I'm just a weary pilgrim trying to find what feels like home
Where that is no one can tell me, am I doomed to ever roam
I'm just travelin', travelin', travelin', I'm just travelin' on
But I know I must keep travelin' till my road comes to an end
I'm out here on my journey, trying to make the most of it
I'm a puzzle, I must figure out where all my pieces fit
Like a poor wayfaring stranger that they speak about in song
I'm just a weary pilgrim trying to find what feels like home
Where that is no one can tell me, am I doomed to ever roam
I'm just travelin', travelin', travelin', I'm just travelin' on
travelin' thru by dolly parton
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you have the answers but you choose not to listen. let him out. he is tired of being prisoner. call me when he resurfaces. he is way more adult than THIS could ever be. and i said it before, i say it again, i lament the boy your little friend will become when he finally realizes that no amount of his niceness and unselfishness can reach xavier. poor stipid sap. you could have had your home, but you chose your pride instead. you push against people for what others did to you and you block what a new someone could have done for you, the real you, but at the same time you flock to the old people who make you feel that insignificant. you never let it in, so fucking suffer because you brought it upon yourself. and for the record i was equating myself to dolly songs earlier today, or at least a cover. just when i needed you most. as always on the same page even though joe is dead in theory. and stop acting like you don't care because the second i block you out completely you are the one making efforts. and if i found someone new you would be fucking them and all my old and new boyfriends like you do with gilles. and yes he and i have discussed that. you are a sick twisted fuck because you made yourself that way, and only you can undo it, but you like your misery too much. and now so am i, that same person, that same sick twisted fuck. the same sick twisted fuck i was most of my life before you, but you never stopped to think that could be. you started good, joe, and you turned into xavier. i started bad, oh so bad and hateful, but fought to be good. the good me i fought to be is dead, finally. congrats. for you--you proved yet another point today, because all week long i have said i hated xavier from the start, i held on because joe was worth it. xavier is a piece of shit. and you even bringing him up shows you were thinking it too, in your fucked up little way you disgusting piece of shit. and casey--this WILL happen to you too. i said it last week and i say it again. you will never have him no matter how hard you try, the harder you try the more you will push him away. and there are others who will attest to that and not just me. don't open that can of worms because i actually feel bad for who you may become if you do. i used to be you, and he was attracted to me because that is who he used to be. now his jollies are based in debasing people like us. goodbye. i am done playing your game you sick fuck.
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