I wrote this on 4/27/08 at 11:48p.m. and I have no idea what I was talking about, sort of. Bits and pieces I understand, but mostly I think I was just going crazy blabbing about something rather silly....
"it is like I can think all these things that have the ability to drive me insane (I forget that they are simply things, or complexly, I suppose) and sometimes I find out that it means nothing I was driven crazy for no reason. how odd is that? the strange things that i can think of that mean nothing at all. well it is like the fact of my plants they seems healthy from the window but i was not about to let my eyes deceive me, they were probably rotting away all brown and withered at the ends and roots by now without water and all of that. and who would let them sit there like that? adopt them like that? that is so rude without the call to say something and the shoes too. how freakin' rude. they just kept the money and my six year old plants that i had invested so much in but i suppose therein lies my problem also, why on earth would i invest so much in something as silly as plants ? I could not tell you. how strange it is when people are up close. there is some kind of something missing when you put someone in their home, their place of residence and out of the outside world where you know nothing but what they put out. what they can fool others with. and then it is such an invasion. such a window of something new. something private when you enter the place that they sleep in . now there's nothing to believe."
thinking 'huh?' - so am I, anch'io.
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