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today... i just don't give a shit.
apathy
why...
why do these damn things keep coming up in my memory. Why do i keep remembering the things that i try to forget. the things i need to forget. I can't tell anymore... what's real and what's a dream... for all I know I could be asleep right now. This feels real... but then again so does everything else. Am i just going to wake up one day and be a completely different person? Will i wake up and find you gone? Will I wake up to realize taht all teh things i've been loathing about myself and struggling to push out of my head are the things that can never change about me? What goes on in my goddamn brain? what are those fucking things? Are they the result of the millions of lines of songs, movies, articles, books and poetry that just keep floating just out of my sense's reach? Or are they the echoes of the past visions and experiences i've had with... the things that may not be real. Were they real? Did i really see those... things? i'm sure a few of you know what i am talking about, and maybe you can answer this one for me if you do. Was it all just my overactive imagination? The result of the things in my head? Or worse... is it the cause... i can't get a handle on reality anymore... maybe that's why it feels like a dream... or maybe I can't get a handle on it because it is the dream. If this is a dream I need help... Barrett... you can help... you can see into my dreams... you can move your own dreams... you can reach into mine and tell me... tell me... which is the dream....
apathy
why...
why do these damn things keep coming up in my memory. Why do i keep remembering the things that i try to forget. the things i need to forget. I can't tell anymore... what's real and what's a dream... for all I know I could be asleep right now. This feels real... but then again so does everything else. Am i just going to wake up one day and be a completely different person? Will i wake up and find you gone? Will I wake up to realize taht all teh things i've been loathing about myself and struggling to push out of my head are the things that can never change about me? What goes on in my goddamn brain? what are those fucking things? Are they the result of the millions of lines of songs, movies, articles, books and poetry that just keep floating just out of my sense's reach? Or are they the echoes of the past visions and experiences i've had with... the things that may not be real. Were they real? Did i really see those... things? i'm sure a few of you know what i am talking about, and maybe you can answer this one for me if you do. Was it all just my overactive imagination? The result of the things in my head? Or worse... is it the cause... i can't get a handle on reality anymore... maybe that's why it feels like a dream... or maybe I can't get a handle on it because it is the dream. If this is a dream I need help... Barrett... you can help... you can see into my dreams... you can move your own dreams... you can reach into mine and tell me... tell me... which is the dream....