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[getupkidbt]

Im tired of asking the question where did the time go. Im realizing its not time thats in question, Its me. My lack of motivation, my fear of getting older...my resistance. Its my quickness to dilute each moment with chemicals, in an attempt to never have to really confront them. If I can just skim through reality, coated in a chemical cocktail

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bless me dark father.

[mutescreamer]

"Its sort of like spending all day picking up fallen leaves during autumn ... and trying to duct tape each one back onto the trees. Just so it remains...just so it doesnt look bare. Just so I dont have to be worried that they might not come back."

thats the greatest comparison i have ever heard. i nearly cried when i read it.

i came to your journal tonight just to leave a little comment because i had been listening to some alkaline trio and some weakerthans. but now all i can do is say thank you. you, in that little blurb, have gotten out what i have been trying to get out for what seems like months, even years now.

i miss you brent. one of these days if you come back, we have to hang out.