One minute here, and there the next. <3's veganism, painting, sarcasm, writing, day dreaming, coffee, loud music and 3am

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I'm increda-antisocial as I dislike all people, except for those rare exceptions who are my friends, my siamese twin and Johnny Depp.

"You're more punk, hardcore, mod, straightedge, emo, indie than me. Your hair is cooler, your pants are tighter, you have more tattoos. You have cooler pins on your messenger bag and your favorite band is more obscure than mine. Your shoes are more vintage and so is your t-shirt. You own more black clothes than me. I don't own a denim jacket. Your glasses are thicker and blacker than mine, the plugs in your ears are bigger. You know more people in bands and your girl jeans are the envy of scenesters everywhere. Your photography is blacker and whiter, your My Space, melodramatic.com, buddypic.com, xanga.com and FTJ.com profiles are wittier, and you have much better soul records. Your scene points are double, perhaps triple, mine. Because as we all know, that's what really matters. In a scene where the music has taken a backseat to the haircuts, you win and I lose. ƒuck off"

Dear Friend, There is a lot to tell you about the last two weeks. A lot of it is good, but a lot of it is bad. Again, I don't know why this always happens.