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i love the world.
i truly do.

but i can never help but feel detatched at all times from it.
ive never felt in synch with my surroundings.. the lines never fit.

hmm. what a great thing to start my blog off with.. my philosophical woes. call me the anti existentialist for i place far too much hope into my destiny and the wonders of the universe.
but thats me. the boy who dreamt. who dreams. who will continue to dream. mostly because, without dreaming, why live. seriously though. someone without hope will not have a future, or at least not a very good one. so dream for the best, and you'll end up with some form of it.

currently. 1:30 in the a.m. as i write this sentence. on a school night. i suppose this has become my life. planning to study.. in this case french, and ending up on facebook. for hours. so ive traded that vice for this contraption of writing my thoughts into a public space.. which in retrospect will most likely end up being a not so great idea. i can already feelt he addicition starting.

so good night for the night. dream well. dream often.