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Facts:
Discounted valentines candy tastes pretty damn good.
I've been greatly enjoying the company of someone I've never met.
I don't remember things as well as I use to.
I have a fear of one day just simply not existing.
It makes me sad that I've never kept in touch with old friends.
I dont really know how to swim.
I'm twenty years older than my brother.
Does any of it really matter, when push comes to shove?
One day we'll just be gone. I'd rather die in my sleep. I don't want to know how any sudden strok of death feels, I've had dreams about it. dreams that don't let me wake up until after I've died. I was shot once, right in the head. I heard the bang, saw a tracer of the bullet flying in the air, then sudden blackness. And I didn't wake up. It was just black, nothing. After what felt like a minute I jolted out of sleep.
I'm forced to hate the world when I know of people that are so convinced that death would be better than living. Life can be difficult, I mean, it should be difficult. But it should be simple enough to still be complicatingly simple and wonderful.I just don't like it.
I'm listening to music. I'm wishing that the person whom seems to make me happy come online, so that I can tell her that I plan to go and disturb the dead tonight. We will go and disturb the dead, take the pictures of the very aura that cannot be identified or seen in front of us, to our eyes, yet appears on the camera, 2 out of every 20 shots. That's an average. 200 pictures, about 35 of which had something mysterious, and most of those happened picture right after picture. Tis not dust, be certain.
Its time for an email. And hunting. And a beef burrito.