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when i woke up this morning staring at a white wall i realized i have strived to sheild myself from scent and sound. i'm going to reintroduce them, music and smells are some of the nice things about life, but, it just seems like a wierd thing, to have cut them out in the first place. when i was little touch felt like needles, which brought about the paradox of starving for physical contact but not being able to handle it. i'm very sensitive, i'm probably a little autistic. in fact, the more i read about it, the more obvious it seems. all those years, they couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. well, duh. oh well, being an adult is the best.
and, by the way, i am going to be 25 next sunday!!! i'm super excited, its a very good number. i totally like being a grown-up. things continually get better. world inferno is going to be in boston the night before, and i hope you will all be there. i want to go on a bike ride on my birthday, most of my firends have bikes now. it is raya's birthday too. i think i will be making cake.
and, by the way, i am going to be 25 next sunday!!! i'm super excited, its a very good number. i totally like being a grown-up. things continually get better. world inferno is going to be in boston the night before, and i hope you will all be there. i want to go on a bike ride on my birthday, most of my firends have bikes now. it is raya's birthday too. i think i will be making cake.