i guess i don't want anything except for people to be honest with me.
i can deal with the rest myself.
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"Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet;
sinking feeling.
Spin me round again, and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening."

I cant decide if this is how i feel, but i cant get enough of this song. Listen to it. Hide and Seek. Imogen Heap.
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I have so much to type up from journals.
Later though.