It's late agian, i should be on my way to bed, too many late nights, but i'm drawn to the environment that i am in right now. I'm listening to system of a down on my massive headphones, the lights are dimmed, i have some liqueur to sip on, and i'm expressing myself. What a wonderful feeling.
I am insignifficant, which is not a bad thing, just more of a reality. My problems are small, my successes are piddling in comparison to others, and my words seem to lack the meaning that others have so delicately wrote before me. This doesn't sadden me, i am not depressed by this, i'm just past being iggnorant.
Everyone that i know, and i'm not exagerating, believes the world, the suns, and everything in existance revolves around there thoughts, words, and actions. I too belive it to an extent. When one cannot see through another persons eyes or climb into one's mind, there is no way to fully understand what it is to be someone besides yourself. If one could however, i believe you'd find pretty much exactly what things you thought of, just in different ways.
Not to sure what i'm saying, but i'm trying. it's been a while since i've had a smoke. I'm sweating, i'm drinking to compencate, and i'm not in the best of moods. Well anywho, must go, do something else for a while to get my mind off the sweet nicotine which i crave so much. Anyways, cheers.
12:02 a.m. - 2002-03-03
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