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whirls of thoughts in a liquid dream I enter in and out of little dripping pools of thought... my mind stretches and then aches, so it fades and blanks out. Sometimes I love to think but other times its nicer just to leave everything as it is without analyzation or too much thought. Ruins things sometimes. Anywho I am currently stuck at home on this lovely saturday night because my parents left for the bahamas yesterday morning and i havent a ride anywhere. My socked feet dangle from the sofa in the rhythm of Needles by Seether. I have recently been listening to their cd, Disclaimer, too much. Its finally something i feel comfortable listening to, I really like it and i dont worry about it being fake music or shallow or poserish. I am really paranoid about all that. Not that I really care how others think of me, I'm just really internally befogged on the view of myself. I dont know who or what I am and i dont want to see myself as what im not. So i continually ponder and remain insecure and wonder what I could do, I have the will and the line of thought... i know i am not one of them all, i am different. And I dont try to be different for people to see me that way, I know i am and the rest of the world just doesnt see it all. Not done, ill check in later~ Well ish later and maybe was not stuck inside all night.... but do u know? haha, maybe maybe not. Anywho I wrote myself to sleep last night, heres a poem: I've fallen into a pool of thought I would write more but I haveta get off the computadora to get ready for noon mass. M�ra mesta, nildenya!
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