its being nervous for no apparent reason.
hiding things from no one.
writing secrets in a code that no one will ever try to break.
its taking a different way home every day.
driving around the block a few times to make sure no one is watching.
its wearing disguises that look nothing at all like disguises.
its cutting your hair without mirrors.
(but that doesnt seem to fit in with everything else i am saying.)
its being attracted to the girl sitting next to me at the library and not wanting to leave, inspite of knowing full well that i will never actually say anything to her and, more importantly, i am already mad about a girl that i couldnt bear to hurt.
it is about fantasy.
it is about loving no one.
being no one.
being loved by no one.
it is about all of us, every one of us, being no one.
it is about figuring it out without ever seriously trying.
i dont know what i am talking about.
i just love hearing the sound of me type.
5:01 p.m. - 2005-10-22
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