(the damn thing was too long. I don't know why I write so much. I don't mean to. It just happens.) But anyway, back to the girl thing. I just don't know. You know when I think I'm my most relaxed or whatever? When I'm typing out passages from a good book. For some reason I just really love to do that. I have some of my best thoughts when I do that, too. Most definitely. It's like meditation. But I get so caught up in it that I'll spend hours without realizing it, and then when I do realize it, I'm really off track from whatever I was doing before (like writing a paper), and so it just fucks me up (in that regard). So I don't know, man. It's like I walk around clinging to a security blanket (my thoughts), and social interaction tears it away from me. And blah blah blah blah blah. I’m tired of writing this bullshit. Because it is bullshit. And I’m tired. And I have an exam tomorrow that I haven’t studied for. And I’ve been sitting here reading the online encyclopedia for hours. What the hell man? What the hell? But anyway. The girl stuff. Yeah. I just need to relax. And by that I don’t mean thinking about relaxing (because that’s the form it usually takes). But just being cool about it or whatever. I’m working on it. And the rest of the world is helping me. It’s true. It’ll happen or it won’t happen. Either way, something will happen. And things will keep going. But I don’t need to be worrying about girls right now. I still have soooooooo much fucking work to do. And I’m not doing it. Maybe I’ll take an hour long nap. or two. And then I’ll get up. Maybe. Hopefully. I guess we shall see. Because that’s what I’m going to do (or planning on doing as of right now-can’t ever tell what will distract me next, though). Wish me luck. Later.
But anyway, back to the girl thing. I just don't know. You know when I think I'm my most relaxed or whatever? When I'm typing out passages from a good book. For some reason I just really love to do that. I have some of my best thoughts when I do that, too. Most definitely. It's like meditation. But I get so caught up in it that I'll spend hours without realizing it, and then when I do realize it, I'm really off track from whatever I was doing before (like writing a paper), and so it just fucks me up (in that regard). So I don't know, man. It's like I walk around clinging to a security blanket (my thoughts), and social interaction tears it away from me. And blah blah blah blah blah. I’m tired of writing this bullshit. Because it is bullshit. And I’m tired. And I have an exam tomorrow that I haven’t studied for. And I’ve been sitting here reading the online encyclopedia for hours. What the hell man? What the hell? But anyway. The girl stuff. Yeah. I just need to relax. And by that I don’t mean thinking about relaxing (because that’s the form it usually takes). But just being cool about it or whatever. I’m working on it. And the rest of the world is helping me. It’s true. It’ll happen or it won’t happen. Either way, something will happen. And things will keep going. But I don’t need to be worrying about girls right now. I still have soooooooo much fucking work to do. And I’m not doing it. Maybe I’ll take an hour long nap. or two. And then I’ll get up. Maybe. Hopefully. I guess we shall see. Because that’s what I’m going to do (or planning on doing as of right now-can’t ever tell what will distract me next, though). Wish me luck. Later.
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