sometimes i don't really get other people and by other people i mean 99.9% of the human race. it makes me feel like i'm strange, like i don't really belong. half jokingly i said to the cg "what if i don't fit in this world". his response was "there's always the next one". would i be happy if i woke up tomorrow and wanted to buy a house in the suburbs and have 2.4 children and talk about diaper genies? would i be content if i knew why i didn't want that.
10:02 p.m. - August 25, 2005
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