It's outside, it's all outside. Too 'confusing' and I don't seem to be a part of it. It's too much, maybe, and a little headrush. But I think I'm outside it right now. I'd be sad about this, but it's probably the best place to be. I'm still drunk-dazed, blistering arguments were needed, and things were said. It's good. It's not so bad.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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