desidia

I remember when I used to connect to people. I feel like a mutant, the only one of my kind. It doesn't make sence. Nothing makes sence. The world is dying.

Look, its elementary in my mind. None of my tastes are that exotic, my tastes can stand to be more elitist. There should be other people like myself, looking in the same places as...
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This is important. I just saw the Aeon Flux trailer and now I have to kill everyone. EVERYONE. Even if you don't see it its important to know these things:

A) Aeon Flux is not a super hero. She's a hedonist. She does not "save the world". She's not really a secret agent. She lives in a successful Anarchist nation (Monica) and works with...
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I guess that was a pretty lame entry.

I don't know what to say.

I suck. Still trying to figure out how to be popular, get lots of comments, requests, etc. Quite a bit of free time now that my computer has decided it prefers making high pitched screams to actually starting.

Right. This is the computer that remembers my password.

Everywhere around me, everyone I know is infested with drama like it was a plague yet I remain untouched.

I'm the eye of the goddamn storm.

I can't breathe. In a bad way. Whoever got Nixon sick, I hate you.

I'm fairly certain the world is already over.

I feel like idly taking intravenous drugs and playing on a piano. Instead I'll continue to drink far past the legal limit and begin to chain smoke.

I want to shoot anxiety in the face. Theres nothing quite like having to lay down to rest every half hour and still be unable to relax. Outside the fact I'm so stressed out I have heartburn, my body has gone as tense and as sore as possible and all my elitism has run off on vacation to leave me feeling helpless and worthless I...
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