I always think that I can't get along with people, you know. So suicidal. I listen to different music, love different places, read different books. Weird, is it?
I don't know what's the connection between typing this and feeling mellow this morning. I don't know. I don't know why. Do you ever feel mellow? That kind of rush, yeah, i think you must have ever so, else, this makes me weirder than before.
That rush.
Do you know what I'm talking about?
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