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I think I love things that make a point. A silent point at least. I think I love things that prove a point. Because no one really takes the point seriously.. because they don't fully understand. And its so subtle no one picks up on it. But they're still making a point aren't they? Seven is an awesome movie.
I feel buried. In all this nothingness. The laziness and the tiredness and the bordem. Just absolute nothing day after day after day. Nothing of substance but the happenstance friendly get together. Which is not bad at all it just doesn't happen enough I guess.
And all day I do absolutely nothing. I can't even remember what I do all day. Like seriously. I don't even do anything productive. I just spend the time watching paint dry or something. I need something to do. I need someone to talk to. About everything and/or anything. As long as I don't have to be up till 2 am just to wait to talk. I hate that.
This isn't really going anywhere. I'm just venting really because I have absolutely nothing to vent about! How sad am I? Don't answer that. And the only things I could possibly do.. are... things I can't do. I've tried to write, or read, or play and none of it works. I need mindless activities. Parties and food and hehehe... ya.
But I never get any of that so that doesn't matter anyway. So I'm just complaining because I really like people and it will never work out. And I actually like people that are semi ok for me. But it still doesn't work. I can never like anyone right for me, can I? I'm going to melt somewhere.
I feel buried. In all this nothingness. The laziness and the tiredness and the bordem. Just absolute nothing day after day after day. Nothing of substance but the happenstance friendly get together. Which is not bad at all it just doesn't happen enough I guess.
And all day I do absolutely nothing. I can't even remember what I do all day. Like seriously. I don't even do anything productive. I just spend the time watching paint dry or something. I need something to do. I need someone to talk to. About everything and/or anything. As long as I don't have to be up till 2 am just to wait to talk. I hate that.
This isn't really going anywhere. I'm just venting really because I have absolutely nothing to vent about! How sad am I? Don't answer that. And the only things I could possibly do.. are... things I can't do. I've tried to write, or read, or play and none of it works. I need mindless activities. Parties and food and hehehe... ya.
But I never get any of that so that doesn't matter anyway. So I'm just complaining because I really like people and it will never work out. And I actually like people that are semi ok for me. But it still doesn't work. I can never like anyone right for me, can I? I'm going to melt somewhere.