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Lonely man on bart.
we were both traveling alone and so i imagined that we would strike up a conversation and perhaps find comfort in one another's solitude.
but we didnt.
This is the view from my bedroom window.
Some people are really stupid.
I'm glad I'm not.
Death is birth.
Where do the sats and college fit into that?
I thnk that the person inside of me just keeps shrinking and shrinking until there will be nothing but skin and bones. And the sad part is that I dont think anybody would mind if all that remained was the outside. Please dont think I'm flattering myself.
I told my mom I was moving to China and I was going to become a rice farmer. She just laughed. Sometimes I feel like I dont really have any point for living. I miss Africa. When I see anorexic people, I want to punch them.
It's not that I'm suicidal, but just that if it took effort to make my lungs breathe and my heart beat, I'd probably be dead right now.
Its my birthday on saturday.
And you wont be here.