The last few days have been disjointed, like making vinaigrette. Thing's don't mix. Like Ricky Nelson songs and Linkin Park. I'm in an odd skin at the moment. It's my own alright, just doesn't seem to fit me anymore. The last few days, everything I do and say, I'm either told not to do it, not to say it, or more recently I'm an idiot. Which, while
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