It's okay.

It's not a big deal.
It's not like you know my deepest, darkest feelings.
Like, how I have wanted to die for being so fat.
Like, how I have cried for feeling unloved and lonely.
Like, how I have admitted to you that I have internet friends.
You have told me that you are there for me whenever I need you.
You have told me that I am such a good friend to you.
You betcha, I am.
It's not a big deal.
It's not like we have really hung out before.
Think about it. We really don't.
We never really did.
But we sure know a lot about each other.
It's okay.
It's not a big deal.

I'll see you never.

Being you want it that way.
Flake.


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It's [not] always sunny in Seattle

It is a glorious day in Seattle. Absolute sunshine.

My nose is plugged.
My head is inflated.
My throat is being scraped with sandpaper.

I feel like a champ. Thank god I don't have the chills anymore.

Looks like it was just a bunch of anxiety catching up with me.

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Found.

Found this puppy hiding in a notebook-

Hello there-
Back of a once
chocolate wrapper
turned letter.
If only I had the
emotions to feel
and realize this
illusion.
To write something
great (whatever
great is in this
illusion).
Let go?
Let it be?
Let it live?
Let it transcend?
Who knows?
Not I-
But being.

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This certainly isn't the time.

I should be editing my pieces for the newspaper right now. But, again, even though I am in the time crunch, I can't bring myself to find the appropriate words/ have what they are looking for. Writing for a newspaper was not as easy as I had imagined it was going to be. Thank Moses we are only a weekly newspaper. If it were any more than that, oh my wordywords, I don't know what would be going on for me.

Anyway.

I am actually doing things with my life now. Aside from crew. It feels good to not being a slave to something. Though I kinda wish I was a slave to a job so that I had money.

I am kinda sick of wanting to listen to something fresh but I don't want to search for fresh beats. I need to first off stop listening to the Disney kids. Though that is impossible because there are hundreds of thousands of hours of research put into those songs they release and they formulate the perfect songs so that you like them and that you become addicted to listening to them, over and over and over again until your roommate wants to kill you and yell, "CUT THAT SHIT OUT, GOD DAMN!"
Though, dearest roommate hasn't said that. But I am sure other roommates in the world have said that. I am actually sure of it.

Hmm. I realized that I use my left hand more than my right hand when it comes to typing. A lot of the common letters are arranged on the left side of the keyboard... curious... curious indeed. I think that is weird, being that this is a completely right handed world, yet we have to train ourselves to use the left hand to a crazy level if we want to type well. Ah- you never noticed this before. Now, whenever you type you will then think your left hand is getting a lot more tired (or that your right hand is growing bored due to the lack of activity that is called for it).


TTFN- I must finish this shit up. Busy morning.

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