Don't you see...
I've been spending way to long checking my tongue in the mirror, and bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer...
If you haven't already guessed, I wanted something... but when I got it... I realized, it wasn't what I wanted in the first place.
Confussed much?
Good.
Confussion is the key in understanding my quick, 13 year-old brain.
I thought I wanted something but then... then I got it... I got him and now... Now I realized that He wasn't what I wanted in the first place.
Is that possible?
Oh well, it is, it isn't... I shan't give a damn... now should I?
Anyway, back to the reality of things... What is reality anyway?
the dream I live in half the time I'm awake or what's around me... I have no clue at times...
Times like this, I find speaking... typing, easier when quoting random lyrics that may or may not have anything to do with whatever I'm thinking about.
For example.. "Your voice, was the soundtrack of my summer. Do you know you're like any other? You'll always be my thunder..."
If I had YM now, i'd use the drooling smiley... yeah.
Anyway, i've drifted way, way off the imaginary topic here.
Bah... i don't really care.
If you talk to me passed 9:30... you're sure to get ranting and blurbs and babling.
that's what my mom says.
Anyway... could I undo everything?
anyone go that remote?
Adam Sandler... where are you when I need you?

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