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I was going to go to sleep, but then I didn't. Obviously. Perhaps, maybe, I'll be up in time to watch cartoons again. And maybe this time, I won't be trying to not enjoy them. (In case anyone was wondering, it's nearly impossible...no, it is impossible, to be upset when Bugs Bunny is on your TV.)

Let's get started, shall we? Alright. I realize that I am in a constant state of...well, drama. My most of me is just...fed up with all of my shit, but the other part of me, the part of me that makes Micheal Cera seem confident, is just being a doucher. It's hard, because I know that almost every negative thing I think about myself is a crock of shit. I know this. But I can't believe this. That sounds really idiotic. Let's delve deeper. I have a really addicted and paranoid personality, wherein I become very attached to people (especially those closest to me). The paranoia comes in when I become too attached and begin to realize it. This is when I know that I need to give aforementioned person space, but worry that when they get space, they will realize that life is better without a nagging worrier such as myself. Then, I get cut out of the picture and hurt. Bad. So, now, tell me. Where is the sense make in all of this? Why am I cursed with being both too attached and paranoid? It sucks, and it is the source of my need for constant reassurance. Which, of course, gets a lot more annoying. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that holy shit I need to chill out and smoke some weed.

I'm not saying that I'm excusing the way I act sometimes. (Which has a tendency to get very possessive). I'm saying that this is how my mind works and I'm going to make a great mental effort to make it not work this way. I really hate making excuses for myself, but I guess sometimes I need to. Except that sounds really douchey.

I actually made a list of things I wanted to blog about, about a week ago. But I fear that I am tired and this isn't really going the way I wanted. Normally everything just spews fourth onto the blank canvas that is my blog, creating an endless whirlwind of jabber to which I relay my deepest and most innermost feelings.

But that. That right there. That's enough for one blog. More later.

[insert thankful-for-friends-comment-that's-been-made-a-million-times-but-is-sitll-true here.]

Boom.