I think I sidestepped into a parallel universe at some point. I go in and out of doors all day long. Nothing is a hundred percent. I guess sometimes your bound to pass through to some place you weren't meaning to. Everythings the same but I don't feel connected to any of it.
It's probably a blood-sugar thing,
You'd tell me if I was in another dimension, ...right?
It's probably a blood-sugar thing,
You'd tell me if I was in another dimension, ...right?
studentochaos:
I was actually thinking about how hard it is to comment on my shit the other day. I would say that is the trait of personal depth and in that sense your journals are pretty similar. Maybe I am actually your alter ego in the other dimension. However, I am alot more constrained then my journals seem. I am a drifter and a bum when I can. BUT I do lots of hyper responsible stuff and carefully budget money to be able to pull that stuff off. I assure you, I am far to methodical to be as care free as I want.
