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Why why why why why why why.

Yes. That is all I can think.

Why this, why that, and why everything and anything in between.

It's so disgusting. I would love it if everyone just wrote what they were thinking in a clear, concise way so I could  just know instead of having to guess and check especially because people so very rarely admit to things that they think could hurt other people's feelings.

All these damn answerable questions. Did I really have to clean everything? Am I that strange? Did it bother me that much, or did I just convince myself that it did? Am I really this eccentric, or do I want people to think I'm eccentric so I continuously do things to make it seem like I'm out on the fringe?

Blah. My thoughts are thinking thoughts again and they won't calm down no matter how I try to silence them. So I figure I'd better get them out of my system before I go completely bat shit crazy and ramble every little thing that accumulates and just BLAH.

I don't understand why. Maybe I just didn't get enough sun. I don't want to leave. This place is so... comfortable. Relaxing. Easy to deal with. I don't want to jump back in.

But that's who I am. Right? Or maybe that's just who I want people to see. But isn't who people see who I am as well?

God dammit movie ticket prices have sky-rocketed. Inflation, perhaps?

And I am not nearly as smart or as pretty as her.