Nov 04, 2009 12:09
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I don't know what to think about things.
what to think about myself.
Am i connecting mysterious, unrelated dots and trying to prove a non-existant constellation?
then why does it appear to make sense in some really fucked up way?
Amioverthinkingthings?
Amiunderestimatingmyoverthinking?
Last night i wanted to call someone.
not one person did i call.
could i call.
im too busy to keep friends of any kind.
they all end up hating me because i cannot relate/hang/talk consistently.
i go months without talking to anyone.
i really like them, i am just too tired.
too frustrated.
too annoyed.
too exhausted.
what happens when you don't have a life and want to escape from that no-life-life?
nothing.
maybe alcohol.
my head is scrambled with puzzlepieces
lost pieces that belong to numerous different pictures
lost pieces that do not in any way fit together.
i get lost a lot.