I had this weird feeling when I woke up today, like I was in a different place. I’ve been walking around all day trying to figure it out, it feels like a memory I can’t find in my head. Something to do with summer and that feeling I had my whole life like I don’t belong and no one knows I’m there except to blame me for something. Most people keep the little things that made them who they are under the surface. Most people get over whatever faze they went through while trying to define themselves by the time they're 23. Most people don’t get why I still listen to heavy metal or punk rock and why I dress in black coz I’m 29. Most people don’t get that I’m not trying to define myself, this is me. I dress in black to remind myself that everything is most definitely not okay.
Monday, January 02, 2006
The Importance of Being Fucked Up
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My 14 year old niece wears black and listens to punk and is original and creative and I'd probably disown her if she was an OC clone listening to Hillary Duff.
Her 30-something parents listen to heavy metal and are great parents who have know they have a great daughter on their hands.
People who ignore the bad and the ugly and only see the good are the ones who are fucked up,not you Sarah!
Happy New year
I hope you have a fulfilling new year, sector.
I love you angie....
*tear*
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