| New York = cold NYC = always a couple of degrees colder for some reason. Hence me = cold. Ay, que frio. |
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| I've brushed my hair twice in the past week. I'm writing about homeless children addicted to glue. And I don't feel close to anybody, and I don't care. Because I don't like people worrying about me or trying to talk to me, because then I have to pretend to feel better. I like being alone, and I don't want to tell that to a certain someone that loves me with all of himself. And I'm pretty apathetic about the whole thing. It feels like I'm playing a kid's video game with bad graphics. yay. |
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| The best thing about having seizures as a kid is that you have a built-in drug experience. You don't need to spend money on it. You don't need anybody else for it. You just think about how paranoid you were as a kid freaking out, and these feelings are just kind of induced. I think my cousin and I are schizophrenics. He talks about how cell phones are conquering the world. And I stare at coat hangers and laugh as I imagine little stick people sliding down it. |
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| Maybe I should give this thing CPR. People are asking why I never go out, and they figure it has to be because I'm sneaking out, and my uncle wants to put a censor on my door to monitor when I go in and out. I should put a pendulum by the door just to throw him off. Although don't those things go by heat? ??? Yes, well. I'm looking at this site where people post pictures of them cutting themselves. It's either this or homework. And god knows that's a waste of time. Kiss me, it won't matter. I'll still play number games with clocks. Even if you eat me out. I'm really bad at being where I am... Writing more :) That's always good. |
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