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I don't know anymore. That goes for alot of things. I conquered some of my retardedness. How long that will last, I don't know. So much to think about. But, these are things I shouldn't have to think about. Some of this is so ridiculous. Why in the hell do I have to think about it? It should just be immediately decided based upon what I want. Where the hell is everyone? Do I like that everyone is missing? Its almost to the point that I do like it this way. It's...really sad. People are too worried about what the person next to them is doing. And thus they are blind the the fact that they too are doing the same exact thing. It's called being a hypocrit, people. I myself fall subject to this curse of the human race, but let hell freeze over if I'm not trying to rid myself of such a ill fate. Where the fuck have you all gone? Or did I leave? Honest to God, it feels like I have been left behind. Who are you all? I don't even know if I know some of you anymore. And whats the deal with money anyway? And what the fuck am I going to do next year? Stupid, selfish father of mine.People say, don't regret anything. I can honestly say that I do regret some things. Like not keeping my piano lessons. Freedom. I have some. Want more. Licence anyone? Less than a month for that door to open. But there are more freedoms that my soul wants to experience.I want new things. I want to experience new things. I want to taste new tastes, see new sights, feel different touches, and hear different music. "Where you are is where I want to be." But who are you? And where are you? I think I know. But do I? Many of you have changed. Why? Because thats life. But I'd wish you paid more attention to whats around you. Tunnel Vision, a wise person once told me, is the thing which describes you all. Many of you are so carefree that you fail to notice what you are doing. So many things I wish I could do. Who am I? - Welcome to 22nd street. Wake up. . |
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