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Saturday, July 26, 2008
" when you see someone on the street and say "hey that's my soulmate" ; 9:55 PM "

it's funny when you feel so insignificant when you're with a certain group of people.

yet when you're with another group of people, you feel so alive and accepted.

anyway. obs was tiring to the max. and as a result of not drinking enough water, my face is peeling off and is becoming weird. i am now the modern day version of jekyl and hyde. so there. and bees are evil.

and there you have it. i have given up on playing mind games, like counting to 30 seconds and telling myself that the next bee i see will NOT sting me. because it doesn't work. and it makes me seem so damn crazy.

no more "MIND games" please. and for some reason i feel like snuggling up in a blanket that smells familiar. i don't know what familiar smells smell like, but yeah, i just feel like it.



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