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the only time i have really weird existential conundrums are at around 2:21 in the morning. and i go outside and pace around my garage and smoke my mom's cigarettes like some rebellious fourteen year old. and i think about going somewhere but i don't know where i'd go, and the only thing that really stops me is the fact that i'd have to touch up my make-up.
and sometimes i feel like time is a stupid concept and that when i'm not expected to do or be anything for an entire week i am allowed to fritter my life away in the garage with the space-heater and my mom's marlboro light 100s.
i am happy. maybe. probably.
and sometimes i feel like time is a stupid concept and that when i'm not expected to do or be anything for an entire week i am allowed to fritter my life away in the garage with the space-heater and my mom's marlboro light 100s.
i am happy. maybe. probably.