Fucked up. Made my first adult decision and I fucked up, pretty bad. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I feel pretty shitty right now.

What an age we live in.

All my memories are saved on hard drives, instead of in my brain.

An Mp3 can be heavier on the heart than a book or a sonnet.

My friends are digitally sorted and 75% of them live, not in real life, but on a profile page or a journal website. Their words are not real.

These words are not real.

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That was the longest walk I've taken in a while.

It smells like summer. My heart is heavy. Perhaps I trust too easy or perhaps I think it's artistic or perhaps I'm livid.

I don't know why I thought I couldn't touch like that...

I know how I feel.

Inspired.

I feel weird...like...

You know that feeling you get when you're nervous and your stomach hurts and feels all queasy?

I feel like that. Like there's a knot in my stomach.

There's so much going on right now...I don't know what to do...

Everything gets all fucked up at the same time I guess.

It's just an obstacle...and everything happens for a reason.

Man, I just need some downtime, and a beer.

it's still love I'd say
every moment still like
electricity

I feel :(

poop.

I don't know if I don't want to go to school or if I'm just being lazy.

I need to write 3-5 pages of a play by the 30th. I think I've got an idea, but I don't know if I can get it just right.

I just want to wake up and know exactly what I want to do with the rest of my life.

ugh...i'm dumb