dont look at me

my blog for when i get high

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welcome to my blog !!! (but not really)

im creating this as a place where i right down my thoughts when i’m high. i end up for getting most of them when i come down, so now i have a place to hold them and look back at.

this’ll probably consist of random nonsense thoughts, song “lyrics”, epiphanies, and paranoia lol.

i’m creating this rn as i’m high so hopefully this post is n o r m a l lol

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Giving a fuck about myself and the shame of cuts and bruises is sober - problem lol

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I want to make enough money where I can try any new recipe I want

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Full constant frequencies are the enemy of the people

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No foolishness

Don’t smoke alone this summer

I love uou

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Everything’s corny if you hate yourself enough

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There’s a whole world inside here

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Limitations of technology made people so creative,

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He didn’t even know it would work???

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Either be social or be awesome

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Working on an art project?

Bless her

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I document nothing

Everything gets lost to time

I can only keep it with each beating of my fists on my chest and legs and arms

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Old people who just look up anything that comes to mind, that just look up things from before small things the internet to see them again because only the internet has all that knowledge

Like if you had novelty of this thing that could bring up an archived recording of a lullaby your mother used to sing to you, wouldn’t you reminisce with people in the comments

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Thinking about my potential to be a version of me if I had been taught to not care what others think of me

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Not letting myself act on my impulses is stopping my creativity

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My longest friend and confident has been myself in the mirror

I treat myself as another person or the person observing and interacting with me, feel othered from my reflection on purpose as like an imaginary friend. Didn’t have imaginary friends because it feeled unrealistic, needed something I could see

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Every big family event of my childhood was a fight about not dressing too much like boy

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