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[alasdair_piban]

I've asked my self many times what's to be expected of me. And everytime I've found an answer only meant to tie me over until the next time I ask. I've wondered at my usefulness, whether I'm meant to be anything, I've commited myself to wishing for things that I know won't happen, I've caught myself more times than I wish praying for something. So

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[kengosam]

The emo in you is showing!

Not trying to be funny, but what you need is something to do. Either a full time job or school, one or the other or even both (though minus the full time part). Having something to do is the greatest remedy for everything and keeps your mind off the questions.

[alasdair_piban]

If you think that will keep my mind off questions you are sorely mistaken my friend. I will question everything about myself and others until the day I die. You wanted to know what was going on with me through this confounded thing called livejournal, well you got it. I am not emo, nor will I ever be emo. We all have a self-loathing side, or at the very least self-questioning side. I haven't let out my steam through poetry or what-not for a while so it was all backed up. It was actually gonna start out as a poem, but I thought, "fuck verse!" and just wrote what I felt. Think of it as free-form poetry.

[darkenedjewel]

leon come visit us again

[alasdair_piban]

and what am to get out of this? hamburger meat I hope...mmmm...hamburger...

[anonymous]

That is because my friend, the pot was laced.... with something, maybe PCP?

[anonymous]

Well serves you right to be smoking laced pot. The only fringe I'll ever put on mine is a nice...ah crap what do you call 'em? They're like those place mats except they're really delicate and far more intricate.