| Current mood: | numb |
| Current music: | Living End: Who's Gonna Save Us |
Nostalgia is the most suffocating thing... To remember what things were like in the past, before one was who they are now. I see moving pictures... but they aren't me. Not anymore. They tell me I'm teenage angst now. Great. Another label. Isn't that what we all are? A bunch of little while labels neatly organized for people to look at and know everthing there is to know about the person behind those words. Life is bullshit. I retreat into my dreams... fell asleep in first period, whether for tiredness or for a lack of willingness to care about what was going on around me, I couldn't say. Yet I was giggly this afternoon. It was a cover. Whenever I'm that happy go lucky- it is. To cover a piercing bad sense. But it was apparently a good act. Got told something was wrong with me... I wasn't myself... being strange... etc. Like anyone knows me... especially those who said that. No one truly knows anyone else.
I remember reading somewhere that calling a person two faced is only an insult because we are all a thousand faced. People like to think they're deeper than they are. I am no exception, I'm sure. I don't know why that's in the front of my mind right now.
I tend to think that the more intense or frequent dreams become, the worse things are in the real world. Because really, dreams are an escape. The more we get away, the more we need to.
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