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I dont really know what to make of this. One day Im this and the next, Im that.
Im certainly not the type to be proud of meeting, not that Im underestimating the power of my existence, just shrinking it a little bit to its rightful size, I suppose.
 I bought some drums.
It sounds insane, but yes I certainly, without doubt, have drums all over the floor and it drives me crazy because I dont even want to play the drums.
Lets ignore the fact that my decision making system is damaged to no repair, take you for example, steady you, strong you. You like someone. You fancy them. You buy them with sweet phony love, and once they are truly yours to have, you wished you hadnt even want them in the first place. Im such a jerk its insane.
this is not even a lovely post, Im sorry, Im just insanely disappointed with myself, Sorry.
Maybe I do want to play the drums, maybe I was right for doubting myself in the fist place.

Me and the drums, we will just have to be secretly in love with each other, or otherwise secretly in despair.