Maybe it's the way you look at things that cause you to make the decision when you do. But when you make a decision you aren't really thinking directly at the time you're just guessing what is the right so maybe making the right decision is actually making the wrong decision. Maybe that is why things seem so cloudy when you try to remember. But what exactly is remembering? Everything gets so fucked up over time that the memory you are remembering doesnt always make sense. Maybe that is why we can't remember the good times, and when we do they seem muffled, blurry, fuzzy. Whatever. Maybe we're all just dreaming our own independent dreams or nightmares and somehow someway we all tie into eachothers dreams or nightmares like a spider web spinning and weaving our way through life. But when we question life why is it that we are judged or labeled as odd, out there, or possibly psycho? Why do we call others psycho? We're all a little bit crazy right? Maybe some just can't control it. Like a hurricane or a tornado, it just happens and theres no way to stop it. There is no normality because no one truely knows what the hell the norm really is right? Maybe we're all going through our own hell slowly falling, slowly dying. We are all the same because WE ARE ALL SCARED.


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I wrote this randomly after I woke up last night I have no clue what it came from or what I was thinking. I find it wierd. And I don't exactly know what it means.

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-Desiree