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i feel fucking fantastic... though i have no real idea why...
actually, i suppose i could make a fairly well educated guess... its because im doing what i want. im leaving this place...(chris is pretty upset about it). i have a dream, and from somewhere, a die to make it happen/before giving up desire. i feel alive with every breath, the sweet simplistic stupidity of it all makes me cry... complete and utter lack of fear... i dont feel alone anymore, like the outsider... the "fat" is being trimmed out of my life... i know im here on borrowed time, im already dead... anything in my way is gotten around or knocked over... im finally fucking comfortable with being me. im not a little boy anymore... no more dodging my life.
live easy.
actually, i suppose i could make a fairly well educated guess... its because im doing what i want. im leaving this place...(chris is pretty upset about it). i have a dream, and from somewhere, a die to make it happen/before giving up desire. i feel alive with every breath, the sweet simplistic stupidity of it all makes me cry... complete and utter lack of fear... i dont feel alone anymore, like the outsider... the "fat" is being trimmed out of my life... i know im here on borrowed time, im already dead... anything in my way is gotten around or knocked over... im finally fucking comfortable with being me. im not a little boy anymore... no more dodging my life.
live easy.