February 2, 2002 // 10:38 p.m.
It often makes no sense, in fact, I never understand these things I feel

i feel like anything i could write here is just pretending. if i say i had a fun day, which i did, it's gonna be pretending. if i say i'm feeling pretty blah right now, which i am, it's gonna be pretending. i have to wonder how much of anything i say has any truth to it at all.

what is it i'm looking for that i don't have? that i think i need right now?

i need to believe something extraordinary is possible...
A Beautiful Mind

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