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*yawns* Have had an odd past few days. They are rather interesting if you look at them in one sense, and utterly mind-numbingly boring if you look at them in another sense. I haven't actually done anything, just a lot of thinking. It been kind of deep and self-examining and philoshopical. I think I kind of got depressed about it all, like I do when I have a really fun time with people and then I am left alone with a house soon to be invaded by strange relatives (yeah, now my brother's godparent's mother is coming. Hooray, more). I kind of thought about things a lot and didn't actually get anywhere. Feeling good about myself, musicwise, not so good anything elsewise. Maybe it's because I have to go back to school soon. The holidays end in four days, I have to do way more revision than I have done or my maths teacher will fry me alive... Life in general is feeling so... boundless and I guess when I write that it sounds like a good thing, but it's feeling more agoraphobic and empty and endless. Maybe I lack direction. Actually, strike that. Of course I lack direction. It's the Easter holidays.
I don't know, maybe this is the chocolate deficiency talking. This sounds very angsty and weird, but I don't want anyone thinking I'm getting depressed again or anything. I'm really fine, just feeling weird.
I don't know, maybe this is the chocolate deficiency talking. This sounds very angsty and weird, but I don't want anyone thinking I'm getting depressed again or anything. I'm really fine, just feeling weird.