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the sun makes me sleepy so i take naps at the most unreasonable times and avoid it like a plague. i eat popsicles and bread and ramen and drink 480598694368 water bottles a day. i'm unhealthy and apparently, get my hair cut often. i've been working on the wall of my room for maybe four months now, with long breaks in between, and i'm barely halfway done. i sometimes have cleaning urges that end halfway through, and it just creates a bigger mess. i sleep with my iPod named iHyuk because i'm just that cool. no really. i'm a picky eater (and just most days i don't feel like it) so i don't eat a lot but when i do, i try to not leave leftovers because wasting food is Not Good. i do waste, though, time like no other and everyone says i'm in denial and i probably am, probably not, but it's okay. i'm running out of things to say because i don't think i've ever talked this much about myself in one sitting, but my brain is more than a bit fried right now and it's nice to have something to do, you know? i'm always inviting friends to take midnight walks with me but they all look at me funny, like they don't want to see the stars. i saw a buffalo on the beach this one time, with the ocean at its back, and i don't think it gets much better than that. if i could, i would visit all the people that have ever said that they loved me, just so i could give them a hug and say thank you. peter pan syndrome, or something, because though i like old people, i'd never want to be that helpless. i live off lyrics and random muses that never last long enough. one by epik high has the most plays on my song list, and i kind of love it a whole lot. kpop did something with my life that i'm not sure that i wanted it to do, but maybe that's okay too. i want to learn how to read palms, just to see how long people's lifelines are, but that's kind of hopeless. i used to bake a lot and do a lot of things a lot, that i was actually decent at, but i don't know what happened. these days, i just write, write on my walls, write on random pieces of paper, write with ink pens or colored markers, write on my arms and hands and legs until it feels like i'm a walking story, and try hard not to think that i'm going fucking insane.