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silly memories.
it seems the things least useful to me, are the things that plague me and haunt me
truly, my mood remains in that vague, uncomfortable, unsure place. you know, the one explained by the clock face, saying "its way too fucking late to be fucking around on lj", "its fucking 2am" "1:54 it says" it doesnt lie
its late. too late? is it too late? what will it mean in 3 days if i stay up till 2 am tonight
not a lot.
thats a bad way too look at things, thought, unless you're real careful. 3 days is a long time, too long for short term memories to remember the manors one used, the way one said something in one particular conversation, chosen at random by whatever may be judging in this case
funny how people are. always judging. always denying. always in denial. always ignorant. always pretending to be ahead. slowly faking away their lives.
i wish i wasnt one of these people.
it seems the things least useful to me, are the things that plague me and haunt me
truly, my mood remains in that vague, uncomfortable, unsure place. you know, the one explained by the clock face, saying "its way too fucking late to be fucking around on lj", "its fucking 2am" "1:54 it says" it doesnt lie
its late. too late? is it too late? what will it mean in 3 days if i stay up till 2 am tonight
not a lot.
thats a bad way too look at things, thought, unless you're real careful. 3 days is a long time, too long for short term memories to remember the manors one used, the way one said something in one particular conversation, chosen at random by whatever may be judging in this case
funny how people are. always judging. always denying. always in denial. always ignorant. always pretending to be ahead. slowly faking away their lives.
i wish i wasnt one of these people.