How is it after all this time I still feel like a hobo in a borrowed monkey suit drifting between dumpsters and car parks looking for that nice hygienic public transport accessible place to fit in.
Or is this concept of fitting in like one of those fairytale ending things. Right in the box labelled 'Narnia and Things Similar."
I think I'm sick of being vague and detached all the time. I used to latch on books in compensation, but I've gotten greedier now and I need something else to distract me from the fact that I'm vague and detached all the time.
Or I just need to shoot down my vague and detached self and stay on the ground for good.
CRAP NUGGETS!
I want to say something more about this gaping hole I feel, but ignored due to obligations of being a functional adult, but I'm not used to this whole emotional growth confrontation thing.
Got talked into dying my hair reddish aubergine.
I sort of don't like it.
I should stop being an easy target of manipulation.
Also, I'm going to call the baby, 'Jude'. Because I've always wanted to say 'Hey Jude!' in real life. To another person whose real/nick name is Jude.
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