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So, I'm drunk.
Like, extremely drunk. The kind of drunk that makes you...well, really, quite drunk. I need a better analogy. I suppose it feels like the world around me has been fucked by a gangster kangaroo, or some sort of radioactive stingray monster. All of that. The feels. They're happening.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Being drunk. This, apparently happens. I'm not used to being this fucked up. I feel like, half the time, when I am drunk, I turn to my Livejournal. Maybe it's because people who I don't want to know that I'm drunk don't know about this journal. This thing is basically anonymous, except for a few select people. And some people I know on the interwebs.
I just. I don' t know. Things. Melodramatic things. All the melodramatic things. They're all happening to to me at once, like an explosion, something eldrich, and...I don't understand it. At all.
When it comes down to it, there's very little I don't understand.
Except for when I don't. Which, lately, has been a lot.
The world is so fascinating. People, in particular, are so interesting, and when I notice things I just don't know what to do with it. I don't know what to do with this interest, and it's sort of fucking with me. A lot. People are keeping me going, in a psychological way, but I don't know what to do with the knowledge I find in them.
Horrible things are about to happen.
Like, extremely drunk. The kind of drunk that makes you...well, really, quite drunk. I need a better analogy. I suppose it feels like the world around me has been fucked by a gangster kangaroo, or some sort of radioactive stingray monster. All of that. The feels. They're happening.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Being drunk. This, apparently happens. I'm not used to being this fucked up. I feel like, half the time, when I am drunk, I turn to my Livejournal. Maybe it's because people who I don't want to know that I'm drunk don't know about this journal. This thing is basically anonymous, except for a few select people. And some people I know on the interwebs.
I just. I don' t know. Things. Melodramatic things. All the melodramatic things. They're all happening to to me at once, like an explosion, something eldrich, and...I don't understand it. At all.
When it comes down to it, there's very little I don't understand.
Except for when I don't. Which, lately, has been a lot.
The world is so fascinating. People, in particular, are so interesting, and when I notice things I just don't know what to do with it. I don't know what to do with this interest, and it's sort of fucking with me. A lot. People are keeping me going, in a psychological way, but I don't know what to do with the knowledge I find in them.
Horrible things are about to happen.