I find that I can only become available to myself

I find that I can only become available to myself when I am not around. Does that make sense? I don't care.


I started listening to placebo. I rather like them. I like the fact that their singer has a very nasaly voice. It rings of hope for those less fortunate.

This is so stupid. I'm posting cuz I feel obligated too. But I don't have anything to share, anything to say. Oh besides the fact that I was at the UBC library yesterday and I found a book in the Juvenile section called "The adventures of frisky: a story of the australian bush" it features lots of happy looking cartoon animals on the cover. Oh the naiveté of some.

I'm seeing death cab on friday. I hope I die with joy.

I'm not working on my essay. I will die for sure.

I'm starting to try and write music, as in songs on guitar. I will most likely die from dissapointment.


Then end it here.

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