[i am jacks stunning sense of failure]
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i think i could run circles around myself carrying me in no one direction. i could possibly talk to myself too much, but everyone has always told me i'm only insane if i answer myself. sometimes i ask myself if i am insane..i tell myself no, but i suppose that all contridictes itself. i think i tend to complicate complications i will twist my words around in my head to just make me more entertaining to myself. sometimes, indeed, i do want to shoot myself. it is kind of ironic that the greatest rush one can have in their lifetime requires you to be expelled from life. people that jump out of planes, people that base jump, people that speed their cars going 120 in and out of traffic cannot compare to sitting across the table from a few buddies playing russian roulet.......it is the surge of unknowing. morbid and ironic..i like to think.i like to wonder, but we all know the paralyisis of wonder. of curiousity. it could drive one mad in the search for answers that will probably never ever come to them. rambling and jumbles of words is what i'm good for. i can let my mind puke all over this screen and lap it back up again. chucks of vowels are low in carbs......am i being healthy?
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i think i could run circles around myself carrying me in no one direction. i could possibly talk to myself too much, but everyone has always told me i'm only insane if i answer myself. sometimes i ask myself if i am insane..i tell myself no, but i suppose that all contridictes itself. i think i tend to complicate complications i will twist my words around in my head to just make me more entertaining to myself. sometimes, indeed, i do want to shoot myself. it is kind of ironic that the greatest rush one can have in their lifetime requires you to be expelled from life. people that jump out of planes, people that base jump, people that speed their cars going 120 in and out of traffic cannot compare to sitting across the table from a few buddies playing russian roulet.......it is the surge of unknowing. morbid and ironic..i like to think.i like to wonder, but we all know the paralyisis of wonder. of curiousity. it could drive one mad in the search for answers that will probably never ever come to them. rambling and jumbles of words is what i'm good for. i can let my mind puke all over this screen and lap it back up again. chucks of vowels are low in carbs......am i being healthy?
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deviousgirl on June 16, 2008I think it's been a million years...and still I always seem to find my way back here.
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deviousgirl on July 28, 2006Thinking of you lately...wondering how everything is since you never seem to talk to me anymore. I move back to Tampa in 2 weeks. I couldn't be happier...spending the remaining time in NJ.
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