I'm writing this out of necessity. My head hurts. I'm sitting in Toalson's office listening to a friend play slow metal riffs on my acoustic guitar. I wrote a song last night. Then I took my pills and closed my eyes. It seems that my life's starting to become an object of foul-machinery. I do the same things, over and over again, In the same ways.
Is that necessarily bad?
Maybe it's just the fact my mind is outstretching my brain that I am bored with meta-cognitive analysis.
(sigh)
or maybe i'm losing it.
Either way, Life is good, She is beautiful, and someday i'll die
Gives me something to look forward to
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Life and personal issues as noted by an average 10th grader with an ordinary mind and absolutely no underlying issues
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