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I've been reading this book, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, and it's made me feel very narrative lately.
“When you get older, the less you laugh.” He said laying there on the stoop with the lingering smoke of the cigarette between his fingers. “It’s not that things become less funny, it’s because they become so funny there’s no more need to laugh ( Read more... ) -
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I find it funny how over thinking things (or could it be not thinking thoroughly) can really make me depressed.
I've spent that past couple of days wallowing about my existence and my relationships with friends and strangers. Not working. Not inspired. Living in my head, so to speak. Everything becomes this sort of vacuum. Narrowed and sucked. I ( Read more... ) -
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why do I continually try to impress people I don't even like?
Bullshit.
