i hate trying to put my desire into words,
when my body knows
exactly what to say.
still stupid. wish i remebered everything i thought about beore i fell asleep at night. i can't help but think i make the best points when im about to pass out. most things i do seem like a good idea at the time. i'm going to make them good ideas all the time. still. don't know what i'm doing. i'm ridiculous. and i'm happy but by tonight i might be miserable. still don't know what's going on inside.
i'm ridiculous. i'm absurd. i'm outrageous. i'm terrible. i'm a brat and i don't even care.
i get mad because i can't make you feel the way i feel. i get mad because i want to mold everyone and everything into exactly what i want them to be and i can't.
my life would be better if it were the truman show, but that's just what i think.
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just remember that conan would want to be our friend.
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