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I woke up at around 11 and no one was in my sisters house but me. it is now 7ish washington time and i am confussed were they might of gone to. I am all alone confusse were everyone is, i would be fine for mounths in this house alone though, everlasting supply of creamy chicken ramen noodles and a libary of queer books and movies, a true haven. I got a forth of a credit today, finally i feel like i am doing stuff again. Maybee things do have a point but i am thinking everything is pointless, "what is my importance to the human race" a crazed boy in mans body asks me across the room? still i have no real answer for him just a snippy comment, what is the importance of the human race? matha fucka's

"Romantic love is mental illness. But it is a pleasuable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and thats the point of it..." - Fran Lebowitz