why

a habit of mine: leaving messages all around my computer so that if anyone ever hacks in they'll feel pretty welcome and lost at the same time.

i think that the days after the exams are the most surreal. it's like... an explosion of time. or rather a restatement of it, right in front of you. and you dive in and suddenly everything's a blurrrrrr

i think i'm getting weirder and weirder.

today i figured a few things out. today i talked with a few people whom i haven't talked to for a while. today i looped coldplay songs at level 5 and a half. today i stared at the sky. today i wrote a poem. today i wondered about the world, as usual. today i read a book i've never read before. today i danced. today i ran a lot in my head.

there are lots of things i want to say to people at times, but end up not saying them. why? i'm not sure myself. i decide that it's not a good idea to say it anymore, or i forget, or the time never comes round where i feel would be a good time to say it. and i think if i wrote out all the things left unsaid, i could make a book. i think only i would understand the book.

(or i could run around telling people which messages belong to them...)

i'm dreaming a lot nowadays. not in the sleeping sense only but also in the oooiwanttodothis sense. and mm it's interesting

i want to fly one day.

and actually the messages aren't always stated explicitly, sometimes they're hidden in the writings.

and of course you have no idea what i'm talking about
but it's ok. i like it this way.

you know i wonder what would happen if i could make paint or colours of some sort move with my mind. i would paint things all sorts of things small and big and oo i'd like the big things i'd get a gigantic canvas and spread blue and black and white and grey all over it or i would paint the ocean cause it's beautiful in my mind and i would paint a lot and oo

i think i'm going mad

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

what happens if if if if if if if if

if you had one superpower what would it be?

been asking that a lot lately. it's interesting.

Violet Hill is funky. it's so... different and wow unexpected and needs time getting to used to. and at first you might not like it because it's so ... mm... loud? i dunno. it's more. rock. very much so. but for me it grew on me... like after a few times it's really catchy, it's a got a brilliant beat to it, the lyrics are interesting... and the end just brings you back, back to the old feel, after the buildup. it's... mmm.. interesting. yeah. i think i like it.

i think i'm changing and i don't know what to do about it but hmm i'll just see where it all takes me.

after all i've got a someone looking over me

no worries.

i think sleep is a wonderful thing.

and hahaha i don't want to be sixteeeeeeeeen but somehow it's such a nice age... i like fifteen. but mmmmmmmmmmmm ahh i dunno

people's minds are interesting. and comparing them is mm haha cool

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of course this doesn't make any sense. it's not supposed to. whoever told you the world was supposed to make sense?

i like watching people write/read. cause everyone does it differently and they're like concentrating and it's just interesting. i dunno.

i blame you!

nah, i don't XD

oh oh oh kylie remember the "and it's your fault, of course" thing? XDD

and whee....

i think it'll be pretty hard to do some of the things i want. and somehow wanting them makes me happy, and if they ever come true the experience will be a little less wonderful as it would have been if i hadn't thought about it at all. so i don't think about them too much. i just put them down and think about them later. another time. when things seem a little more hopeful.

hope.

i hope to be a blessing to every single person i meet. it's my one wish in life. i think.

hope dream wish

and mmmmmm stream of consciousness?

maybe

as to why, i really don't know.

i'm tired.

i wish i could rest my head on your shoulder

yeah.

(oh, and it's raining. do you feel it too?)