I wouldn't want to go messing anything up...

[vagueoutline]

Ugh. I just re-read everything on this entry, and the previous few. I'm such a freaky, creepy kid sometimes with my weird extreme feelings for such little things. Oh i know, i can't really help how i feel...but...wow. i don't know, these just aren't me completely, more myself during those distressed times when you're frantic and flinging your limbs

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We all dig for gold.

[verbose_]

I wish I could tell you it was a product of being a gay male, but m'dear, it isn't. You're a dreamer and we're subject to relativity beatings every now and again. It won't be the first, and baby, it won't be the last. You're too young to be fretting over such brash things and it's not worth the hurt. Easy enough said, I know, when you're still climbing that mountain, on the way down hill the acceleration is breath-taking--take my word for it.

Calm down, breathe deep, slow down, the road is shorter than you think. You and I are in the same boat, along with a million other pensive souls

[taimaifackinshu]

I only write in my journal when I'm drunk or on drugs.

[under_dosed]

*smiles*

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[dustdance]

Joshua reminds me of friend-randi's tiny sister who used to say "no randi's not here... I LOVE YOU BEN!" before slamming down the phone.

[alfaiate]

The in between place drives us all insane.
It's killing me right now.

[vagueoutline]

C'est la vie.
This was so long ago, funny how things change and at the same time they don't.
If it's any comfort in a year someone might comment your livejournal entries that may or may not involve mentioning the inbetween place and you'll smile and say you're not there anymore. but then realize you are, just with someone else.