Its not that I stopped wanting to write. I've been trying to get here a few times but my internet's been acting strange I gave up. In fact i'd be surprised if I manage to eventually publish this.

I am sitting half naked in my room typing and listening to Boy 1904. The assumption that this entry isn't going to publish has somewhat loosened my thoughts. Suddenly I feel more open than ever but i'm not sure what i'm gonna write about anyway.

Today I missed all my buses. One of those days. I used to curse. Now I just roll my eyes, halfway. I did the same when a group of self-satisfied yuppies dressed in strawberry milk pink meandered into the train.

I do miss floating to a repetitive tune when finally the voice in our heads disappear and we listen.

Whats important?

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