February 2012
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Is there ever a point where people are settled into and sure of their identity? I’d really like to skip to that point, but I feel it doesn’t exist.
Dwelling on the self is really leaving oneself vulnerable to mockery. I feel like I should wear a bowling shirt to match my wallpaper and frown to the camera while I’m at it. But being sarcastic about it doesn’t successfully...
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When I genuinely want to buy something, I avoid posting it on tumblr out of paranoia. Lol.
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I looked forward to hanging out with everyone all last week, but when I finally got to the Super Bowl party, I was kind of just feeling really lazy about it.
I can’t be in the mood to be sociable all the time.
Even when people introduced themselves to me on Saturday, I awkwardly let the conversation drop, like a rock failing to skip across a lake.
I wish I could sort out these moods...
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