Sometimes, I do not have enough to say to fit in a little paragraph, but here is what I want to say:
summer is coming.
I drink to much.
I do not smoke enough.
chemistry is killing me.
I am in love, maybe, probably not.
I am being used.
I got the job.
I am desperately reading the bible, it seems to be confirming what I already knew.
I think I am crazy, but that would imply sanity is possible.
The first step is not admitting you have a problem, it is more of realizing you can have problem.
I have not slept in like three days, but it does not bother me, yet.
I would die without throat singing and granola.
I am getting bitter, cynical, cold.
I do not believe a word she says.
I for some reason can not be friends with people my own age.
Reevaluating my life is getting old.
For some reason blogging puts things in perspective.
I already know you are going to let me down, do not feel bad, I am already over it.
I am being irresponsible... on purpose.
I wish I could afford my passions.
I wish stuff happened for a reason.
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