Elevator Music?

There are a lot of things I do which I do not actually enjoy, have no idea why I'm doing them and quite a bit of it unnecessary. It creates strange strange perceptions of me that I'm not entirely sure are accurate but many which are amusing (in my head, because I am selfishly convinced
that no one will understand *omgtears*, but of course there are people who understand because hasn't countless adolescent identified with Sylvia Plath and then looked back and admit to only liking her, ironically, for they are too embarrassed to be associated with such melodrama...and I have to stop doing this retrospective thinking thing, I can't believe I'm nostalgic for a now that isn't even over yet. )

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It takes a certain something to not give a shit about anything and maintain the consistency. I have developed a certain admiration for that.

Hello world, stop screwing with me so that I can stop screwing with you because I will look at everything you deal to me in a billion angles and then self combust from the effort.

(haha, there will be a time when i look back and wonder when any of this made sense because i doubt nothing else but a convoluted, screwed up over-active thinking of a teenage girl's mind can ever ever comprehend why all this was relevant.)

(damn it i have to stop retrospecting)