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So... I woke up at 2pm this morning. Washed up, ate a cold lunch and spent hours with Youtube until it was roughly 5 about.

I decided not to write on my cell retreat as I felt...
Well, I just didn't feel like it - Things there kinda ended on a sour note.

And it teaches me to think before I talk. I hurt inside when I was rebuked, strangely enough by a sincere piece of paper... But I just can't seem to stop saying things that would make people look silly. It's my way of making people feel at ease around me, but sometimes I guess I end up driving the people I care about the most, away. Life comprises of opposites.

I did revive my hobby of writing poems. I find that it's easier than writing a song - It's sort of like ignoring chord progressions and filling the gaps with raw thought and emotion. Above all, it helps me with my emotions... And I'm more than willing to share my "stuff" with people who enjoy it.

And now to conclude - In this sentence, lies dead one of millions of things I thought of and wanted to put down in words... But never understood or knew how.

Good night.