August 9, 2009
12:30…hmm how can a person be so strangely on time all the time…makes no sense and all the sense to me…broken hands and imple pieces make it all up together…dont really know why haha…but when you actually sit down and think how different it all seems from their perspective then you would realize the beauty of it all. i write when i want to make sense of all that is happening around me but then when i show it..it sorta never does when you read it afterwards.I mean i know what i think now wont ever be the same afterwards but i really hope it does because then all that mattered before,now and possibly in the future would so fall into place all together dont you think?I am told to just lay it down and totally feel right all at once but i dont think i can…i feel disgusted and degraded everytime i look at it but somehow i cant ever explain to myself or others what i write and see…i am never going to say or think that i am different because when peopel say that they feel that they are different,thats when you are similar to all the others. the desire to be different stems from one’s own self and is something that is innate and self-made ironically both at the same time.
I wish i could explain the reason but i cant. block block block i can say or something completely different than all that beafore. The anthem rules the world but they say they made it.
Dont understand it. Probably beacuse we dont want to.HECK!
Tata…
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