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just got in. I had originally planned to stay out later, spurred on by thoughts both of blink 182's "what's my age again?" and annoyance at my mother.went out to meet some friends and friends of friends. Had four white Russians, tried hard to talk to those who were coupled up and all over each other. I really did try. didnt work. Just can't be bothered any more.
Left after about an hour and a half of exasperating isolation and wandered round the city centre by myself for a while, admittedly looking for trouble.There was no trouble.
Just did a lot of thinking. I sat in a park alone on a swing for a while, talked to myself and began to make my way home. As I was walking by the river, carrying a beautiful scarlet rose that I had confiscated from a garden, and singing Johnny Cash's "I won't back down", a distressed and sobbing man asked me if i had seen a girl in a beige jacket. I hadnt, but as I told him so, I realised, simply by saying the words out loud that everyone is just as fucked up as each other.Everything works both ways.
Left after about an hour and a half of exasperating isolation and wandered round the city centre by myself for a while, admittedly looking for trouble.There was no trouble.
Just did a lot of thinking. I sat in a park alone on a swing for a while, talked to myself and began to make my way home. As I was walking by the river, carrying a beautiful scarlet rose that I had confiscated from a garden, and singing Johnny Cash's "I won't back down", a distressed and sobbing man asked me if i had seen a girl in a beige jacket. I hadnt, but as I told him so, I realised, simply by saying the words out loud that everyone is just as fucked up as each other.Everything works both ways.