It's like snipets from one of those books that you see at the checkout counter for $2.99 with the horoscopes in them.
Only it's a half assed tiny conversation that goes the same way everytime you type to that person.
I have yet to meet anyone that I didn't wonder about. I would go into further detail but I can imagine that someone I know might read this.
Yes I have those people on my lists that are different. I am coming to the conclusion that most people I know online are like dictionary definitions. Once I've read their definition behind their name, they never change.
Ok so the last few days I've been rambling on and on about absolutely shit for nothing. I don't know what's up with that either.
I'm not myself and yet I do not even know who the hell myself is. She left when I got lost. I can't get her back when I need her and she only shows up when I can't stand to talk with her.
Damn did that make any sense?
poetical at 1:03 a.m.
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