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<< no matter what i say, or how i say it, it is misinterpreted. >>
08 January, 2004 :: 5:22 p.m.

i'm not sure why i'm here but nonetheless here i am.

i wish i could sing, or make my own pretty music, or make anything at all. i wish i could justify my existence with knowledge of what i will accomplish and provide.

i saw this really cool quote today and i told myself to remember it, but it's gone. that's probably a good thing though, because i'm no good with quotes, other peoples words make me angry because i'm jealous. maybe if i work at it, i can make myself appropriate for this lifestyle, i can pretend so hard it will become who i am. i can have hands that make the right gestures and the right times and i can walk with grace, always going towards where i'm supposed to be. most importantly, i will say hello when i should, and be very rational about it. i will definitely work at that. if i can't be special, i'd at least like to be normal.

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