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huh i haven't used this in a good while. who reads this anyway.
so i've been looking at my previous entries, dating back till high school, and man does it make me feel weird. i feel very detached from all of it. like i was writing about someone else, who might very well be smarter than myself.
you see, i live in a place where everything moves at lightspeed. it gets hard to know where all of my particles are. i mean-- my body; this body is somewhere ahead of me, and the settings and circumstance have changed, but my mind is still separating june or july. or i think i'm in vietnam, when it's really it's spilled milk. haha. the truth is, i'm all over the goddamn place.
well, consider me unamused.
it's a ceiling fan. and i'm the grand pope of lint.
so i've been looking at my previous entries, dating back till high school, and man does it make me feel weird. i feel very detached from all of it. like i was writing about someone else, who might very well be smarter than myself.
you see, i live in a place where everything moves at lightspeed. it gets hard to know where all of my particles are. i mean-- my body; this body is somewhere ahead of me, and the settings and circumstance have changed, but my mind is still separating june or july. or i think i'm in vietnam, when it's really it's spilled milk. haha. the truth is, i'm all over the goddamn place.
well, consider me unamused.
it's a ceiling fan. and i'm the grand pope of lint.