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I want a friend.

Someone to talk to. Someone to talk back.

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Having a problem with existence again. Sigh.

I'm having thoughts. A lot of them. Nothing suicidal this time, but I could see them escalating to that level, and that scares me. Just kind of wondering what the point is; I'm sure there has to be one. Every life follows just the same basic trend, though, and that's messing with me. And so many people seem to not have a problem living through to their prophecy of all who have gone before. There are humans -- ones like and dislike me -- who have goals upon goals for their lives. They never think of anything larger than what that next goal is. At least as far as I can tell. You'd imagine that we would have it figure out by now, just what we're doing. Some have religion, some have family, some have fulfillment by other ways. But none of it is universal. Does it have to be? I've always thought truth needed to be universal. It doesn't matter if it is or not, though. It's all a matter of perception. I don't trust my own mind. I don't know what is or isn't real. I just have to imagine that everyone else knows what's going on and try not to fuck it up for them. Assuming humanity is a real thing, I'm a part of it. Even if my brain isn't working right, I know what a monkey wrench is and how to avoid being one. But if I take myself away from the equation physically, I'll just distance my emotional self from the world, too. That's not what I want. I want to be a part of life; I just can't figure out how. I could assume the premise of this paragraph is a two-way street, so I suppose inserting myself into the world physically would get part of the job done. I don't like it out there. Then again, that could be attributed to the point that I never go there. In the words of the great Nathan Fillion, "Life is like broccoli. You'll never know if you like it if you don't try it." I guess I'll try living then. Might be a good time. The moment has come to ignite my Ne into a large flaming ball of plastic. Here goes nothing.

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Keeping sane by cutting split ends

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Hey look it's me in the dark

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I accidentally burned a hole in my snuggie on my lamp and it's crazy because now there is liquid snuggie on my lightbulb. Yeah, it's smoking, but this shit is great. Liquid snuggie!

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Okay but water is weird

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Just ate an entire box of Gushers. I'm definitely living life the right way. If we all just ate Gushers all the time, I'm pretty sure there wouldn't be as much murder. I mean, Gushers make people happy, and happy people just like don't murder. I just solved everything. You're fucking welcome, world.

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Why do I hold such a fascination with glitter? It's not because it's pretty; I find application of glitter strictly for aesthetic irritating. It's not because every piece is different, because they aren't. Maybe it's the way a speck can totally change it's appearance simply because light is present. That's pretty amazing. I don't know. Maybe I've only been intrigued by glitter for the past hour but I've convinced myself it's been a life-long love affair. That's ultimately my tale of tales. God, I'm annoying myself.

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Fun Midnight Advice to Self

Don't be stupid.

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The world could really use a lot more double-sided tape.

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I act like I don't really care, but honestly, it makes me genuinely happy whenever I can make someone laugh or if I can dry the tears of someone who needs it. I'm glad when I hear that people think good things of me. It's not that I want to seem cool and breezy by not letting my good feelings show, I just don't know how. I need to go to bed.

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To anyone reading this,

If you're following me, just don't. There's really no point in it. I'm not going to do or say anything that matters, so do yourself a favor and just unfollow me.