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Feb 08, 2006 00:10

i'm not going to end up liking how this sounds. it's going to be agnsty i think, and i really hate that prospect, but for some reason, whatever this is wants to be written down here (i suppose this is why i really got this lj a while back).

i don't really know what this is. it's a sort of, i don't know, fuzz. not a "that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside" fuzz, but hazy, unclear. i feel like i'm kind of walking through my life, on rails. i see what's along the way and it was all painted by a frenchman. he was of an acceptable sort, if you are a fan of art, but i have tired of living in an impressionist painting. things have textures, but they are the wrong ones. there is a blur, a mist and i wish it would leave. i don't know why but i often feel there is an awkwardness, between myself and everyone, even with people i know, even with people i like. who, supposedly, like me.

again, i'm sorry, agnsty/emo crap. yes, yes. i hope it's just a hangover from my extended essay, but i don't know. saddness is too self-conscious. it worries about what other people think, as proof, people like me vent on online blogs, and emo bands make far too much money.
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