2002-02-01 - 6:20 p.m.
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It's all over when there's nothing new about you. I asked someone I respect last night if they think they're better than other people and they answered yes. I asked why. It's all about being self aware, they said. Those people who walk around listening to whatever Carson Daily tells them to, picking out their clothes by whatever is on the manniquens at the Gap that week; they don't even know they exist beyond what they are told they are. They don't care about who they really are, or perhaps they're scared. Maybe it's easier to hide behind Maybelline and too much lip gloss. Not that I'm much better. I'm just saying, hey, we exist. Let's go be someone. Let's hear it for boys! I love that song; always makes me cry. Or could it be that this is a blatant attempt to cover up my previous manical rambling? This whole thing wreaks of self importance and egomania, but hell, it's my diary.
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