Sunday, January 27, 2008

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I didn't like the memories.

I think I will go back to normal.

Seeing you is just too soon. Too soon.

I'd rather see you from a distance.

Ha. I remember this theory I had when I was a little kid when I people watched. If you can't see the entire me then you can't see me at all. I'd hide behind counters and bushes. That was fun.

This isn't fun. Not even close.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

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I feel so oddly lonely.

I don't like it.

And I also can't believe it's making me kind of... negative.

It makes me want... ugh, love...

?!

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

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I hate me. I'm really starting to begin the chaos.

And it's scary. Everything is scary right now. People are beginning to. They never really bothered me before.



But I am weak. Cause I'm starting to dislike commitment. It seems useless you know.

...forever and a day.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

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I'm feel scared. It's lessen very much today and that is good. I think Radiohead is calming me. My Chem broke the silence. These bands, I can count on. Grateful.

I went into a dark alley and saw something, a paper folded. I opened it and it wrote 'GEt a cArdBoard and DRAW. FiNd a peNcil and WRITE. Swallow youR feaR and SING.' It only had a date from the future, October 12, 2079.

I got cardboard and have a sharpie. I'm going to the beach and with a friend. And do something. Then I'll leave it.

I need this inspiration.

Though the letter was cheesy.
I bet the future has a lot of cheese.

Dairy.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

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I haven't cried in so long. That's probably the reason for the breakdown.

Yeah...

Yeah, it makes complete sense.

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I'm scared.

I'm scared to listen.

I'm scared to listen to music.

Make. it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.

I'm more afraid of this than heights. Than me and you, you and me.

I feel like a broken record that is a popular record, but music takes you to a place of relaxation or excitement or thoughtful.

This is worse than deaf. An aspiring artist suddenly becomes blind. At least there's the passion in his heart still.

This is fear. Not a survival instinct. Cold sweat fear.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

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Hi.

My name is Christie.