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today i am the saddest girl in the world. half of the time i want to live hush naked in a tree and wear feathers and the other half i want to live life on the edge of a knife and burn up in a fiery instantaneous death explosion. summer is a bummer with no friends around. but i'm such an antisocial deathsquad, who is to blame but meself. NO ONE. huxley's god is available in a tinfoil packet, me and nick drake sittin in the rain feelin groovy. we'll float around and hangout on clouds then fall down. wonder if i inherited a bipolar funpack but, how can anyone diagnose anyone else's brain? or even diagnose reality? probably it has just been raining for two weeks. drippin wet shoes socks apartment brain. no closer to any of the secrets of the universe which is the entire point of everything. my frustration is in 74 point font. i feel that if there were anciently big old trees nearby that would help but of course that is the most unreasonable wild wish ever. yesterday i went to a busy store by myself, name: hobby lobby. evidently i never get out in regular society anymore because i had like eighteen panic attacks of sadness or something and only felt better after i stole something and got the hell out, OW. what a self indulgent little ray of sunlight you are today sve. adsflkjasdfklasdflkonline diaries are embarrasing