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So you want to know me. A means to an end. All you'll end up knowing is that I spend too much money on alcohol and clothes, that I have odwalla juice, beer, and spring rolls in my fridge and I measure my life by how many sharpies i go through in a month. That tells you nothing. I'm happier sad but i try not to live that way... I don't know, honestly, I make no sense, and if you want to psychoanalyze me I'm sure I'm easy as pie to figure out. I'm nothing, really.
Which tells you absolutely jackshit, but that's all right sometimes, and really I just walk around all the time telling myself how to feel that sometimes I honestly have no idea what my opinions on anything are. A beautiful girl once told me that I live in a world that doesn't exist. She said I write myself into stories wtih beautiful landscapes and this perfect life that I'll never have. But I don't know, I'm so intent on it being that way that I honestly believe it is. I don't know if my life is really meanigful.
all i know is that im a boy and some paint
also today im nervous my girlfriend jill is flying back to texas for spring break. i hope she is alright.
she is wonderful
Which tells you absolutely jackshit, but that's all right sometimes, and really I just walk around all the time telling myself how to feel that sometimes I honestly have no idea what my opinions on anything are. A beautiful girl once told me that I live in a world that doesn't exist. She said I write myself into stories wtih beautiful landscapes and this perfect life that I'll never have. But I don't know, I'm so intent on it being that way that I honestly believe it is. I don't know if my life is really meanigful.
all i know is that im a boy and some paint
also today im nervous my girlfriend jill is flying back to texas for spring break. i hope she is alright.
she is wonderful