it's been a constant stream of writing flowing from every pore and washing through the sand and muck and heat and head confusion and talkingtalkingtalking about everything and nothing and too much thinking and not enough doing and too much doing the wrong thing always because the selfishness rises up from within and being nineteen and young and self centered and easily influenced doesn't help matters in the least and it's hard to have fun and feel guilty later but it's easier than hating life.

i don't know what i'm saying. i've been too introspective for my own good lately. you get too introspective, you start forgetting there is a universe outside your own head worth looking at. that's why the greatest hermit geniuses are always so self involved. rock star style.

i need to find my hair tie.

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