I was going to write a story today on this. I had a vague plot and everything.
Then I got distracted. Now I'm just trying to figure out if the time spent existing in a freer form was equivalent to what I could have created.
I'm not so sure I'm not okay with what I did with my time, regardless of the fact some would consider me wasting my time. I get something out of it, a particular something I have begun to value above a lot else.
Well, I always have, I've just never been able to pin point that fact, for whatever reason.
Ah well.
Quote I found interesting, although out of context its not quite as amazing:
"M. Achille is simply a case and lets himself be brought back to easily accepted ideas" -Nausea by Sartre, pg 68.
The quote stated above pertained to a fictional character who found himself isolated and seemingly going crazy in his own mind, and a doctor approached him with experience of people like him and therefore gave M. Achille the belief he could help him. Sartre was referencing the fact that experience often leads us to generalize and think we know all because we've seen similar cases.
If that makes it any easier to understand the quote.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Layers, now. Ever changing
They used to dance across the simple crosses inherited
By the sins of our bearers
She would count the days until the moon set in reverse
All the while inspired by a dream she knew had not a chance
A crippled tree reaching under a canopy of mud for a saving light
Even the most poisoned seeds stood a chance
By some reasoning or another
He would have been so much more then the pattern
Chosen, signed, delivered
That’s what she said and he believed the power of a stone thrown into an awe-striking abyss
They knew each other enough back then to succumb to a tide of swollen bias
Never meant to be permanent
A time had come when he finally could conceive
The tightly held star she once concealed
Only she knew
One was enough
Was it?
“I know the lack of permanence must mean more than this, but I am captivated by the mire”
A thought well cycled
-(over) some would say
“Can we fade if this is only our present fate?”
He would think as she slipped into the unfamiliar
She missed him when he didn’t
Hearts invested in the unconventional
A desperate connection
He loved her as she couldn’t
Brother in arms
Sister losing the bond of relation
Today they recall what once touched the air
Changing, now
When they first looked to the sky they only saw clouds
The layers now consume.
By the sins of our bearers
She would count the days until the moon set in reverse
All the while inspired by a dream she knew had not a chance
A crippled tree reaching under a canopy of mud for a saving light
Even the most poisoned seeds stood a chance
By some reasoning or another
He would have been so much more then the pattern
Chosen, signed, delivered
That’s what she said and he believed the power of a stone thrown into an awe-striking abyss
They knew each other enough back then to succumb to a tide of swollen bias
Never meant to be permanent
A time had come when he finally could conceive
The tightly held star she once concealed
Only she knew
One was enough
Was it?
“I know the lack of permanence must mean more than this, but I am captivated by the mire”
A thought well cycled
-(over) some would say
“Can we fade if this is only our present fate?”
He would think as she slipped into the unfamiliar
She missed him when he didn’t
Hearts invested in the unconventional
A desperate connection
He loved her as she couldn’t
Brother in arms
Sister losing the bond of relation
Today they recall what once touched the air
Changing, now
When they first looked to the sky they only saw clouds
The layers now consume.
Poisoned Lips
Not to prove a point,
We drone over the same inconspicuous letters, failing to retrieve the light at the end of the tunnel. The layer settled in, for but a moment, transforms to portray the depth of poisoned lips selling the brutal strand they have become.
Sip from the broken, rotting cup as its mocking life ingests tormented, precious toxins.
A solution to the most notorious of troubles.
As we all crawl, dig and succumb to the disease we now imitate; points arise, sharpened but incomplete.
A forgotten lake hides the forbidden drop that started it all.
We can dive to complete it or to end it.
We drone over the same inconspicuous letters, failing to retrieve the light at the end of the tunnel. The layer settled in, for but a moment, transforms to portray the depth of poisoned lips selling the brutal strand they have become.
Sip from the broken, rotting cup as its mocking life ingests tormented, precious toxins.
A solution to the most notorious of troubles.
As we all crawl, dig and succumb to the disease we now imitate; points arise, sharpened but incomplete.
A forgotten lake hides the forbidden drop that started it all.
We can dive to complete it or to end it.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Mental note #2
There are so many Molochs present in life I've been mired into its beginning to get a bit maddening. (Moloch meaning a god demanding sacrifice) Nearly everythings a Moloch.
bah.
I don't know why I have a need to bring up the evident, but I'm not gonna argue with myself on what I want to do. I'm sure somewhere or another theres a reason.
Presuppose nothing!
haha ironies.(more like paradox, but what ev)
bah.
I don't know why I have a need to bring up the evident, but I'm not gonna argue with myself on what I want to do. I'm sure somewhere or another theres a reason.
Presuppose nothing!
haha ironies.(more like paradox, but what ev)
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Promised myself I wouldn't
Another incessant berate on conscious thought
if we are weak we fall
even though what is good is often set
Believe!
faith is an optional necessity
choke on it until it drowns you in the twiddle of a thumb
accepting speech that is only a way through
(another day)
shoved down. Reluctant, rebellious salt.
-Truth is a myth invented by a god hiding behind a mask
.Faulty means to a suitable end.
/practical enough
...you follow?
The whore has shown her true colors
but with eyes focused on the piece(listen carefully) we fail to see
the glimmer of worthy thought amid the buzz of repetition
A shore beating down upon the sea
you are not brilliant
no one will ever be
You could have plugged it long ago
but where lies the fallacy
-the stomach
-the hand
-the rotting disguise of once digestible malice
(what rhymes with palace)
LOOK OUT
Not my own
but we all knew she stood among the clouds
,cried to the skies when her mind would permit sound
Say no and you will fall (l interchangeable with i)
You were wrong about the barricade
we lost the battle
we lose the war
What have you to show for every fleeting reward?
whether brought by guilt or cowardice
revenge and shame
A Pain cries the widow to the guillotine
a pain is still the same
YOU WILL FALL
(and you wonder why no one listens)
hefty words for a weightless women
know your thoughts do not hold you down
What then shall shake this mind?
surely not I
well, I am not you
You are the responsible heart
Fiend the lies you tell shall sink us all when we finally there is solidity in
water
It's not what you thought
We always come back to you
(this is not my story)
I have a story to tell, strange child. You have come to suffer for knowledge of the tree. But how then can you expect to hear what you want when you know you have stumbled more than once?
Help me! cries the lost child to the sea.
She spits out an answer
"And what have you for free"
Re-Write it so I can inject it
and when have I been able to state my nature?
"When you finally percieve the truth I will finally say what I have"
I have lost it
this was dreamt of long before you
thought to
to what? asks the child to the eye
but there is no reply
Another journey I have failed to complete
by my standards
what makes you so high and mighty?
When every thought perfected
WE WILL FIND A HOLY MOMENT IN THE HEART OF WHAT IS SAID
not destruction
there is hope in this reluctance
there is weight in what we say
No breeze can remove the bass of a tree over ripening fruit
But who may pluck it?
Another one of the golden eyed manifestations?
Was knowing all so bad?
When we can accept and still not sink
is a time we may drink and not be bloated
by what account made fear the driving point?
UNREASONABLE
shout those who have been taught to think
(to those we choose the path of least resistence) or must, whose ever thinking
And my worries consume my thoughtless mind
until I close my eyes
-not a physical thought-
We shall keep going
this struggle held too near
is within the preacher of the tear?
there are other paths, my dear
and while being alone you are not
Someday perhaps I shall find my piece
(refer to what was before)
But perhaps the turning gears never have quit
changing
mutable, as are we
I feel reluctance
I am resistence
you are accepting what we must
-when in truth I know not whom
(maybe the driving force believes)
drops of a golden fruit glisten down
the draughted world
You can percieve it one way
and it still may be another
I do believe somewhere
within a crack that boils over sight
I see
how I shall
and so it shall be
(line leading to it) is that the answer?
Hope is not a dying breed (e and a's)
where will you place it
Confusion is not a death sentence of the greys
but a means to something more then ingested (before)
I free you of your earthly bonds
(f)or the ones that suffocate its potential
This is not an end, but I have made me proud
if we are weak we fall
even though what is good is often set
Believe!
faith is an optional necessity
choke on it until it drowns you in the twiddle of a thumb
accepting speech that is only a way through
(another day)
shoved down. Reluctant, rebellious salt.
-Truth is a myth invented by a god hiding behind a mask
.Faulty means to a suitable end.
/practical enough
...you follow?
The whore has shown her true colors
but with eyes focused on the piece(listen carefully) we fail to see
the glimmer of worthy thought amid the buzz of repetition
A shore beating down upon the sea
you are not brilliant
no one will ever be
You could have plugged it long ago
but where lies the fallacy
-the stomach
-the hand
-the rotting disguise of once digestible malice
(what rhymes with palace)
LOOK OUT
Not my own
but we all knew she stood among the clouds
,cried to the skies when her mind would permit sound
Say no and you will fall (l interchangeable with i)
You were wrong about the barricade
we lost the battle
we lose the war
What have you to show for every fleeting reward?
whether brought by guilt or cowardice
revenge and shame
A Pain cries the widow to the guillotine
a pain is still the same
YOU WILL FALL
(and you wonder why no one listens)
hefty words for a weightless women
know your thoughts do not hold you down
What then shall shake this mind?
surely not I
well, I am not you
You are the responsible heart
Fiend the lies you tell shall sink us all when we finally there is solidity in
water
It's not what you thought
We always come back to you
(this is not my story)
I have a story to tell, strange child. You have come to suffer for knowledge of the tree. But how then can you expect to hear what you want when you know you have stumbled more than once?
Help me! cries the lost child to the sea.
She spits out an answer
"And what have you for free"
Re-Write it so I can inject it
and when have I been able to state my nature?
"When you finally percieve the truth I will finally say what I have"
I have lost it
this was dreamt of long before you
thought to
to what? asks the child to the eye
but there is no reply
Another journey I have failed to complete
by my standards
what makes you so high and mighty?
When every thought perfected
WE WILL FIND A HOLY MOMENT IN THE HEART OF WHAT IS SAID
not destruction
there is hope in this reluctance
there is weight in what we say
No breeze can remove the bass of a tree over ripening fruit
But who may pluck it?
Another one of the golden eyed manifestations?
Was knowing all so bad?
When we can accept and still not sink
is a time we may drink and not be bloated
by what account made fear the driving point?
UNREASONABLE
shout those who have been taught to think
(to those we choose the path of least resistence) or must, whose ever thinking
And my worries consume my thoughtless mind
until I close my eyes
-not a physical thought-
We shall keep going
this struggle held too near
is within the preacher of the tear?
there are other paths, my dear
and while being alone you are not
Someday perhaps I shall find my piece
(refer to what was before)
But perhaps the turning gears never have quit
changing
mutable, as are we
I feel reluctance
I am resistence
you are accepting what we must
-when in truth I know not whom
(maybe the driving force believes)
drops of a golden fruit glisten down
the draughted world
You can percieve it one way
and it still may be another
I do believe somewhere
within a crack that boils over sight
I see
how I shall
and so it shall be
(line leading to it) is that the answer?
Hope is not a dying breed (e and a's)
where will you place it
Confusion is not a death sentence of the greys
but a means to something more then ingested (before)
I free you of your earthly bonds
(f)or the ones that suffocate its potential
This is not an end, but I have made me proud
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Saint Patty
mental note
#1. People are really self absorbed, but its okay because it's not my world their living in. I'm living in theirs.
Well I guess they are living in my world, but its not a one way thing. A simple fact I tend to forget often.
I wish I could state this more eloquently.
I'm feeling better. I almost like broke down twice today, well more times then that, actually. But then I talked it out with Jen and I feel so much better. We didn't actually talk about the depth of our problems. Its so weird going to her for comfort, she seems like the only person I can go to just to talk about my problems and know I'm just stating facts instead of begging for consolidation. I hope she feels the same.
#1. People are really self absorbed, but its okay because it's not my world their living in. I'm living in theirs.
Well I guess they are living in my world, but its not a one way thing. A simple fact I tend to forget often.
I wish I could state this more eloquently.
I'm feeling better. I almost like broke down twice today, well more times then that, actually. But then I talked it out with Jen and I feel so much better. We didn't actually talk about the depth of our problems. Its so weird going to her for comfort, she seems like the only person I can go to just to talk about my problems and know I'm just stating facts instead of begging for consolidation. I hope she feels the same.
Monday, March 16, 2009
World, I have grown my own.
My creative mind has been taking me on very emotionally tumultuous escapades lately. I feel like everything I knew about me is changing; I'm realizing shit I would never let myself conclude. I feel small, I feel unimportant, I feel confused and torn and broken but thriving with life.
It would seem that my life is on a continuous repeat, yet with every circle I passionately, idiotically, incongruently run, I find the distance has taken up a little bit more space. I don't think its a circle at all, actually, its more like a level of laps that intercect and wind away from each other, but never break off.
Life is so confusing. Even more confusing when there are so many options of what to believe and one little turn of opinion spurs an entire new world born infront of my eyes.
God damn me for being pessimistic about it, but somehow my thoughts have been finding so many terrible thing through my perception of reality.
-I think its on account of my worrisome mind daily discovering more and more terrible outlets.
I see a girl with ragid black hair locked up and screaming. She is going crazy. She is me. Her face is distorted with pain, fear: terror of a gruesome fate. (I don't want to go crazy) Writhing under chains tightening with every struggle, she lets out a finaly yelp, finally sedation.
DO you ever think that this is just some made up reality your tormented mind has created in order to escape a more terrible threat? Do you ever feel like this world is a punishment for some terrible sin you have committed somewhere else in the span of where existence has taken hold and at any moment the tables will turn on you and insanity shall finally have its say in your broken mind? Do you ever feel like there is so much more than you can see and fragments of foreign thought invade your inner most beauty and corrupt it?
These thoughts have infested my solitude. In the dark of the night in the least protected areas of self they creep over and take hold.
I didn't think I was this dark, but I'm terrified of being alone these days. I need someone to hold my hand and tell me all my mind has manifested in my darkest dreaming is only a fictitious nightmare that has been haunting my waking thoughts for quite some time. I hate admitting that.
Its never been this bad before.
I don't know how this happened, but unknown fears grip my trembling mind and refuse to allow me to grow. I am stunted and I am withering away.
Am I crazy?
I feel like somethings gone terribly wrong inside this mind I am trapped inside.
Do I have a personality disorder?
Please don't be afraid for me, I think I can handle this.
I just need to document these thoughts and set them free, maybe now that they are in a more tangible form I can now deal with them more reasonably.
I really hope I'll soon be able to cast away these thoughts.
Tonight I shall try to create a resting place for these torments in the past and formulate a more wondrous perception, where these ghosts cannot touch me.
Too long have I held on to a nightmare when there is a world of tomorrows capability of growth holding its breath for a no. and then a yes.
It would seem that my life is on a continuous repeat, yet with every circle I passionately, idiotically, incongruently run, I find the distance has taken up a little bit more space. I don't think its a circle at all, actually, its more like a level of laps that intercect and wind away from each other, but never break off.
Life is so confusing. Even more confusing when there are so many options of what to believe and one little turn of opinion spurs an entire new world born infront of my eyes.
God damn me for being pessimistic about it, but somehow my thoughts have been finding so many terrible thing through my perception of reality.
-I think its on account of my worrisome mind daily discovering more and more terrible outlets.
I see a girl with ragid black hair locked up and screaming. She is going crazy. She is me. Her face is distorted with pain, fear: terror of a gruesome fate. (I don't want to go crazy) Writhing under chains tightening with every struggle, she lets out a finaly yelp, finally sedation.
DO you ever think that this is just some made up reality your tormented mind has created in order to escape a more terrible threat? Do you ever feel like this world is a punishment for some terrible sin you have committed somewhere else in the span of where existence has taken hold and at any moment the tables will turn on you and insanity shall finally have its say in your broken mind? Do you ever feel like there is so much more than you can see and fragments of foreign thought invade your inner most beauty and corrupt it?
These thoughts have infested my solitude. In the dark of the night in the least protected areas of self they creep over and take hold.
I didn't think I was this dark, but I'm terrified of being alone these days. I need someone to hold my hand and tell me all my mind has manifested in my darkest dreaming is only a fictitious nightmare that has been haunting my waking thoughts for quite some time. I hate admitting that.
Its never been this bad before.
I don't know how this happened, but unknown fears grip my trembling mind and refuse to allow me to grow. I am stunted and I am withering away.
Am I crazy?
I feel like somethings gone terribly wrong inside this mind I am trapped inside.
Do I have a personality disorder?
Please don't be afraid for me, I think I can handle this.
I just need to document these thoughts and set them free, maybe now that they are in a more tangible form I can now deal with them more reasonably.
I really hope I'll soon be able to cast away these thoughts.
Tonight I shall try to create a resting place for these torments in the past and formulate a more wondrous perception, where these ghosts cannot touch me.
Too long have I held on to a nightmare when there is a world of tomorrows capability of growth holding its breath for a no. and then a yes.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Nevermind me
Wow.
I was so hyper last time I wrote in here. I reread that shit and I'm almost ashamed, the writing is sooo bad. Even though this is a journal, I still expect myself to be able to atleast formulate intelligent strands of thought.
I got really angry earlier today, it really frustrated me, it was nigh uncontrollable and over the stupidest reasons.
--- I really need to learn to control my anger. A big part of it was how delusional I allow myself to become at times. I promise myself something is going to happen, I know I'm lying but I go on thinking it will happen. Its one of my least favorite personality traits within myself, but I always end up learning the most from the repreccusions of it, so i guess I'm more okay with it then I lead myself on to believe.
God, I'm such a dreamer; My mind gets so creative on its spins on reality. Sometimes I really scare myself, other times I amaze myself with the beauty only my head can see.
I've made so much progress and I really don't want to back track, again.
Did I mention how I'm not appreciative of what I have?
I could go on a psychology rant, but I'm not sure I want to.
Going in a different direction,
shit i forget.
hahah
nevermind.
I was so hyper last time I wrote in here. I reread that shit and I'm almost ashamed, the writing is sooo bad. Even though this is a journal, I still expect myself to be able to atleast formulate intelligent strands of thought.
I got really angry earlier today, it really frustrated me, it was nigh uncontrollable and over the stupidest reasons.
--- I really need to learn to control my anger. A big part of it was how delusional I allow myself to become at times. I promise myself something is going to happen, I know I'm lying but I go on thinking it will happen. Its one of my least favorite personality traits within myself, but I always end up learning the most from the repreccusions of it, so i guess I'm more okay with it then I lead myself on to believe.
God, I'm such a dreamer; My mind gets so creative on its spins on reality. Sometimes I really scare myself, other times I amaze myself with the beauty only my head can see.
I've made so much progress and I really don't want to back track, again.
Did I mention how I'm not appreciative of what I have?
I could go on a psychology rant, but I'm not sure I want to.
Going in a different direction,
shit i forget.
hahah
nevermind.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Another side note!
I don't think there is such a thing as good and bad. I also don't think we can ever really understand everything fully. We might think we can, but we are all just idiots grasping into the dark for something firm to hold on to. Blind with not even a proper walking stick, nor a guide dog. More like a schizophrenic guide mouse.
Sidenotes
1. I think everyone secretly likes drama and struggles. its a part of like people write off as a bad thing, but people grow so much more in the face of adversity. Plus constant bliss causes a loss of appreciation of the joy and thus lowers happiness, for most people. So the struggle gives something to compare to. Plus its another part of what life is and I've yet to meet someone not intent on finding the unlived life.
2. You can balance knowledge and happiness, but i don't think you can fully have both all the time(duhhhh haha. i just dont like that fact)
3. Balance isn't always key, but it seems to allow for the best type of life
4. I'm really bad at persuasive essays, I always end up arguing with myself.
5. I really wish I understood more, but more things that wont destroy me
6. My dad refuses to buy a water filter instead of bottled water and it pisses the fuck outta me
7. I think the reason people close off and hate each other is because inside they are afraid they will turn our to love everyone if they don't. And thats just too many personality flaws of yourself to deal with. (or maybe thats just me?)
8. I've gained a large understanding of who I am. I may not like all of it, but its me and its the truth. So why sit there upset about it, you can change it, attempt to change it or accept it
9. I really don't want to be someone that just gets by.
Thats about it for now
2. You can balance knowledge and happiness, but i don't think you can fully have both all the time(duhhhh haha. i just dont like that fact)
3. Balance isn't always key, but it seems to allow for the best type of life
4. I'm really bad at persuasive essays, I always end up arguing with myself.
5. I really wish I understood more, but more things that wont destroy me
6. My dad refuses to buy a water filter instead of bottled water and it pisses the fuck outta me
7. I think the reason people close off and hate each other is because inside they are afraid they will turn our to love everyone if they don't. And thats just too many personality flaws of yourself to deal with. (or maybe thats just me?)
8. I've gained a large understanding of who I am. I may not like all of it, but its me and its the truth. So why sit there upset about it, you can change it, attempt to change it or accept it
9. I really don't want to be someone that just gets by.
Thats about it for now
Bet i sound like an idiot
I feel so alive. I started meditating, and I've been getting to bed around 11:30, which is about an hour earlier than ive been getting before. And I've been eating healthy. And spring is cominggggggg. I'm so happy. No reason to be, I just am. Its uderly wonderful. (yes Udder. like a cows
Gah! Nothing to complain about. Nothing at all.
I love trees. Especially valentines day weeping pussy willow trees. They are my favorite forever and ever and ever.
I love spring.
hahha, so i bet i sound like an idiot right now. But I just feel so elated. Like I'm finally coming out of this dark spot I've been in forever. I've freed myself of so many worries its not even funny.
It all started when I was talking to Barathi on friday. I arrived at her house at like 8:00, her parents were like "Hello?" I had prepared myself a wonderful alibi of delivering a grapefruit and tea and music. So they just let me in and I went up to her room we then proceeded to talk for hours about absolutely everything. It went right past all the bullshit conversation we both don't like so much and we got to a whole different level. I havnt done that in forever. I've been getting deep, but theres always been this rift in what we are talking about and what I love talking about.
I hope she knows she's so wonderful; shes been so stressed out lately. Along with all the other stage crew crazies. (I secretly think they like the drama, because why the hell else would they join, no matter how much they complain).
While on the topic(well near the topic) I really want to write down what has inspired this change within me, because these type things don't happen often and nobody really talks about how it happens. That always bothered me, how many things people never mention. Like you're taught the basics but never how to deal with crazy things in life that are definitely going to happen. But I think these things you have to figure out for yourself, they don't come easy and when it gets this deep in life there are no step by step solutions, life is much too wonderfully complex for that.
Oh and I hope my dads okay, life on unemployment seems to be bothering the fuck out of him. I've been trying to help, but I don't know how. Yesterday when he couldn't find my social security card for the drivers permit test I just flipped shit. I feel like I always dump my agnst on him. Its a terrible thing. Another terrible thing, I always am so bad at sympathizing when I'm happy, and I lose all these humanistic beliefs I build up when upset.
I would get deeper but I'm not in the mood.
I'll talk about it later. I just don't want to forget this mood.
Gah! Nothing to complain about. Nothing at all.
I love trees. Especially valentines day weeping pussy willow trees. They are my favorite forever and ever and ever.
I love spring.
hahha, so i bet i sound like an idiot right now. But I just feel so elated. Like I'm finally coming out of this dark spot I've been in forever. I've freed myself of so many worries its not even funny.
It all started when I was talking to Barathi on friday. I arrived at her house at like 8:00, her parents were like "Hello?" I had prepared myself a wonderful alibi of delivering a grapefruit and tea and music. So they just let me in and I went up to her room we then proceeded to talk for hours about absolutely everything. It went right past all the bullshit conversation we both don't like so much and we got to a whole different level. I havnt done that in forever. I've been getting deep, but theres always been this rift in what we are talking about and what I love talking about.
I hope she knows she's so wonderful; shes been so stressed out lately. Along with all the other stage crew crazies. (I secretly think they like the drama, because why the hell else would they join, no matter how much they complain).
While on the topic(well near the topic) I really want to write down what has inspired this change within me, because these type things don't happen often and nobody really talks about how it happens. That always bothered me, how many things people never mention. Like you're taught the basics but never how to deal with crazy things in life that are definitely going to happen. But I think these things you have to figure out for yourself, they don't come easy and when it gets this deep in life there are no step by step solutions, life is much too wonderfully complex for that.
Oh and I hope my dads okay, life on unemployment seems to be bothering the fuck out of him. I've been trying to help, but I don't know how. Yesterday when he couldn't find my social security card for the drivers permit test I just flipped shit. I feel like I always dump my agnst on him. Its a terrible thing. Another terrible thing, I always am so bad at sympathizing when I'm happy, and I lose all these humanistic beliefs I build up when upset.
I would get deeper but I'm not in the mood.
I'll talk about it later. I just don't want to forget this mood.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Word block.
i've been in a ditch concerning words lately. I can't speak, I feel stupid when i stop to think, I don't know what to talk about. Gah. Maybe its just a phase. I also havent been getting nearly enough sleep, maybe thats it. See I don't even know what to write about, that doesn't happen.
Blegh. whatever.
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