Alliteration at its best, found in the title of this post. I'm not sure why I'm writing this, maybe I feel not even my xanga is safe for these eccentric thoughts. They're so, unlike me. I don't know where they are coming from, but I've become mildly depressed about my life in the last 10 minutes.
The depression is sparked by how vast my mind is, and then, how much I still don't know. How much I still wish I knew, I wish I knew much more than I know. How useless is it to want to do that? I'm a stupid stupid girl.
I don't even feel like writing this anymore.
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