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I am a work in progress. I like a woman can who make me miserable and the type of art or music that gets you off. I'm anxious and socially incompetent; easier to read than pages and just about as impervious. I can't cry when I'm sad and when I laugh I forget to breath. I like words but expletives are better. I insulate myself with both my arrogant self righteousness and my irresponsible behavior. I understand if you want to judge me for the choices I make, not just because I probably agree with you, but because I'm constantly judging the stupidity of everyone around me and am hypocritical enough as it is. I clutch my bones when I'm nervous, find all laughter infectious and am compulsively honest. I put to much expectation into things, and ultimately only disappoint myself.
I’m restless like a caged beast. You know the type. The one raised in captivity that never does much of anything except accept treats from small children but secretly wants to savagely rip their heads off and make a mad dash for the jungle.
I'm leaving this up to marvel at how little of this applies anymore, at how much she's changed me.
aim = godamneidolon
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