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It's 4am. It is evident that I have nothing better to do than vomit a few absract thoughts on DA. I'd call Sreeti but I'm sure she's asleep.

I tried writing. Every single thing I attempted to write was revolting.

It would be naive of me to ask why we exist. Probably even bourgeuis. We exist so I won't really question it.

I think I know what I want. I think I know what I see for myself. I like my coccoon.

Sometimes I cannot tell the difference between pretentious fools and I.

I wonder why I want what I want. Everything is probably just another meal for my ego.

I enjoy being depressed.

Sometimes happiness makes me worry.

Optimism scares me.

Cynicism makes me feel empty.

My speech strips me.

Maybe all I really need is a beer.

Roark does not exist.

Nothing really means anything.

Am I a victim of consequence? Or is it just my monstrous self?

I would never part with my angst.

I'd sell my soul, but I would keep my angst.

Now let me say the predictable- All I want is love.

Don't we all?

I wish I was above superficial bullshit. I am not.

I'm too lazy to type every wierd-ass thought that crosses my mind.

I like complaining. I love things the way they are. I love this.

I wouldn't trade this for anything because this is it.