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nobody got me waiting in pain but how come it's so easy to you? you dont strike me as the type to be calous but your words seem so obtuse
i duno what to do i duno what to do i duno what to do. my usual fuck it routine isnt working. i dunom, i duno how to talk about the shit that actually bothers me cause i dont really know what it is and i dont really just wanmna keep talking til something useful comes out, cause it annoys people, but more imporantly it anoys myself. i hate that i keep shit from myself. i hate that i apparently put alot into how i look but in the end i try and tell myself it shouldnt matter but as soon as that happends i catch a glimpse of myself and it starts all over. i want to live in a city with no friends. i want a better reason for what i want. i hate that all my managers think im attractive and tell me cause yea, it creeps me out, and believe it or not, i know. nothings original anymore, and when it is, its usualy too complicated to bother with anyways. im pissed, at myself, and i cant reaslly just keep ignoring myself, actually i think thats all i can do at this point, fuck. its almost ten 30. i think ive been inspired lately, i think im gonna start writing again. i think i need to take more pictures and listen more, i think i need to learn something useful and tell myself to shut the fuck up when somethings bothering me, unless its some umbass at school, then i should act immediatly and pull out my......damnit no,t hats not the way, not yet anyways, whatever. everything i say is useless, i want to be on your mind. i duno, yes
bear you are great and u have inspired me to be happy and dandy and cute and i love it and i love you
i duno what to do i duno what to do i duno what to do. my usual fuck it routine isnt working. i dunom, i duno how to talk about the shit that actually bothers me cause i dont really know what it is and i dont really just wanmna keep talking til something useful comes out, cause it annoys people, but more imporantly it anoys myself. i hate that i keep shit from myself. i hate that i apparently put alot into how i look but in the end i try and tell myself it shouldnt matter but as soon as that happends i catch a glimpse of myself and it starts all over. i want to live in a city with no friends. i want a better reason for what i want. i hate that all my managers think im attractive and tell me cause yea, it creeps me out, and believe it or not, i know. nothings original anymore, and when it is, its usualy too complicated to bother with anyways. im pissed, at myself, and i cant reaslly just keep ignoring myself, actually i think thats all i can do at this point, fuck. its almost ten 30. i think ive been inspired lately, i think im gonna start writing again. i think i need to take more pictures and listen more, i think i need to learn something useful and tell myself to shut the fuck up when somethings bothering me, unless its some umbass at school, then i should act immediatly and pull out my......damnit no,t hats not the way, not yet anyways, whatever. everything i say is useless, i want to be on your mind. i duno, yes
bear you are great and u have inspired me to be happy and dandy and cute and i love it and i love you