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Apr 22, 2007 12:58

I'm going to see a play today. That should be wonderful. I don't know. It's hard to sit in one place for very long without driving myself mad with analyzing.

I think that I am very tired. Im not sure though, because I always feel like this. If I hadn't recently been to the doctor and told that everything was perfect about me except for my mind, I would think that I'm just not physically healthy.

Flowers make me dream about faeries and centaurs and things like that. They are so beautiful, it's like they don't fit here, in this world full from all of its self-inflicted repulsiveness.

Believing in something takes alot of convincing, and I'm not very good at that. So I just smile alot. People think that there is something devious behind my smile, mysterious and perhaps deliciously packed with secrets, but really it is one of disbelief, and often disgust.

And I wonder if perhaps I am - simply and uncompromisingly - mad.
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