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I have a paper and ink, traditional diary, too. It is where I keep things that do not belong on the internet. Dreams and what not that makes no sense and would be rather embarrassing.
I like minds more than I like people. It's the hearts and souls of the spaghetti heads that get me: "Put yourself on shuffle." Well, 'You sure are working yourself to fit your stereotype, aren't you?' I notice more than I should. (See: Scars of red dry.) I heart loneliness and self depreciation more than the recommended dosage. They're like drugs. But hey, it's good for my artistic soul to wallow, right?
Concrete jungles and busy lights make my heart thump. Cold and lonely quiet outsides at night make my insides warm. I crave your disattention, world. Look the other way! notice me not
I want to wake up somewhere new every morning. In someone else's body, with their life, their memories. With their scars, not mine. We cannot get out. The biggest, strongest prison I will ever be in is myself. My fears, my regrets, past, future, loves, hates, thoughts and feelings. "Branded for taking the fall."
I like songs that make no sense. I like people who're just as lonely as me. Life is to short to worry about how long life is. Our brains are just extra limbs. Natural to move, reactions, reflections.
"When did the future switch from being a promise to a threat?"
I love like a hurricane, too: Everything is swept away, insignificant, compared to what I am destroying. (See Also: Everyone stays away from the centre of the storm.)
Live, love, laugh, learn, la la la lie. I'm a watercolour dreamer.
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Posted by Nehimar on 2008-07-06 09:19:58 | Rating: | Views: 37
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The pont of your blog is to be able to say whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want, if you want to.
No one judges here cause everyone's got their shit too.
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Posted by astoldbyrebecca
on 2008-07-06 10:15:02
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