Deciphering myself is so fucking difficult. I can never tell if I'm crazy and oblivious or sane and right.
I'm afraid I feel differently about things I once loved. And don't love them anymore.
I hope I'm wrong.

On a different note - I can't wrap my head around such disgusting, sordid and vile affairs.

Fags.

Yo - what up Summer
It's the same every year but I always feel so differently towards them
mmmmmmmmm
way tasty
I'm not looking forward to the trains this time
This year it's sword fights and driving long distances

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Gianina 5:56 PM November 11, 2007

"I'll bet when someone is one hundred, being outside is either a blind act of faith, or by that time it's just called being outside. What do you think?"

Present Gianina to Past Gianina:
I think there are a lot of songs pertaining to each month.

Future Gianina:
You're both idiots.

I haven't written anything in months

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murder murder murder
seriously im going to kill someone

I am a snake
No!
Wait
larvae

Sometimes I'm inclined to think that aliens cultivated Earth one hundred years ago, created us, and mapped out an entire elaborate and immaculate history - because I can't believe people did the things they supposedly did
Or how people do what they do

Gravity ends as to light bends

I feel homesick
I was just there and that's not what I'm sick for.
Let's account this Debbie downer on the down and out white blood cell count
And on a slob
a drag
a brap
a clap and a slap

Am I kind?
Too much on the inside too little on the outside

Trains