i i i i have... this d... that... (and i think) where there is nobody watching i can just eat away at (and i think) and then i feel this way and tell myself this other thing that isn't really true but is because what i thought before wasn't actually true and is. so i feel this now. (so i think). and there are all these gaps in my head that don't really allow me to let go of the things that i thought we're this way but are actually that way. the funny thing is that (and i think) if anyone actually read this i know, it doesn't really make much sense, but (i don't think) anyone actually knows what i really am talking about but might assume they know because i am a redundant redundant redundant never gets tired always gets old forget about it. but this isn't even what i think it is. it's growing.

i am in collegiate purgatory. or. something. i feel the longer i sit here and purgator the more and more my brain will rot away into a (supposedly neon green) supposedly redundant. there is no point to any of this really. i just crave attention really. i guess. im probably going to delete this soon.