09th June 2004
Okay so it is scary the day that you realize that life is a walking cliche. Everyone is so fake. Everyone lies. Everyone wants to be perfect. It's hilarious. No one is who they think they are. If they are naive eighteen year olds who think that life is just a bowl of cherries and now it's all going to be fine and dandy forever, or it's a bitter old man who killed his wife because she didn't heat his oatmeal up the right way. It's just amazing, the characters that we are. The way we live life, the way that we decided who to be and who to become. Yeah it is...a little weird.
This is so cool! No that is so out dated....you can't wear that, wear what I'm naked. Exposed and raw, it should only be so simple. Showing everyone who we really are instead of living like every day is mardi gras. Wild with colored masked hiding our dirty secrets and desires. The sick perverts that want more beads---show me show me, more money, more boobs, more time, more fun, more food, more this more that-----everyone is fat. Obese with the daily indulgences they crave. People are obsessed with themselves. And look at me I am no better than they are. I'm obsessed with trying to understand what the big deal is with all of it. The popularity, the fame, greed, the dollar bills for pupils that everyone seems to have. What the hell happened to us? Who the hell let it get like this?
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