Without the mask, where will you hide?
Some of you say that my blog is boring because it's nothing more than a collection of random links. You tell me to write more about what's really going on in my life. So, in that spirit, I will try to catalogue what's happening just inside my self, because I'm in a strange mood and I don't want it to pass entirely unrecorded. So, I will endeavor to be complete.
I feel pain inside, a very dull one-- as if all my insides decided to gently push outward. I feel weary but not tired; my eyes are heavy but I am alert, probably kept awake by the coldness which has invaded my room. My digital termometer says it's 57 degrees in here but that can't be right.
A lot of people my age are probably thinking about the future. But right now I feel so transitory, as if I am between not just phases in my life, but within my own personality. I think the ache inside me is a desire to change and to grow. Alas, I think this desire will manifest itself as a hair-cut and nothing more.
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