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Saturday, May 5, 2012
Somebody I Used To Know

I don't know why I can't sleep. I want to. But my brain is flooded with thoughts.

I almost fell asleep a while back. But then something popped into my semi-conscious mind and shocked me awake, I thought "No" and my eyes flew open.

I can't even remember what it was now.

I don't know if this will turn out incoherent (it probably will) but I'm just dumping and purging all the rubbish from my brain just so I can sleep so here goes.

Somebody I Used To Know by Gotye is stuck in my head — at least the chorus and the line “You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness” is. I don't know how anybody else feels about that but that's definitely something I can relate to.

I think of all the people who have loved me and how I've let them down. I don't think I have ever not hurt anyone I know. Every single person. I wish I were a better person but how long more till "better" ends? When do I see the end of this stretch? Is this something finite at all?

But you didn't have to cut me off, make it like it never happened and we were nothing / I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough

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17 years young. I enjoy sleeping.

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