| some things in life are simply wrong.
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| i want to take art classes.
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| YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| i drive myself nuts more than anyone else.
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| i know i tend to scare people; i have too much energy, too much enthusiasm, too much randomness... more so than most people are able to deal with.
that's probably why i can't sleep that much, always b/c i want to be doing something other than sleeping. not to say sleeping is bad, it's just that, you're lying there and resting; but i guess i don't like resting. my basic instinct is to push myself to the edge and revel in the moment, the hour, the life of extremity and indulgence.
is that too much?
why do i ask that question when i know it is, for most people at least. i do that a lot, that is ask questions that i sequentially answer. i think it's just the way i work, the way i do things. a lot of times, i feel other people slow me down. at the same time, i feel like i need to slow down. we are all human, we are all social beings. we need each other b/c we are human, and then, not so much... b/c we are more than human. we are sentient, intelligent, soulful...
at least soulful are those who believe in the soul, such as myself. anyway, i mutter and ramble like i'm weaving myself around some ultimate truth with penultimate measures. it's odd yet not to me, i know, b/c it is myself and in myself i have comfort. in myself i know that i am forever and that in that forever there is life never ending.
i dream of forever, i breathe in eternity, i long for today for it is tomorrow. is that not what the snake said when it swallowed its own tail?
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