have you ever wondered how you could possibly congest your thoughts into a few sentences. or even explain them satisfactorally (if that is even a word).
i wonder if this picture sums up something someone is trying to think.
let's try analyse.
a. it could be a symbol of, 'hey kids, go crazy'.
b. or it could be a symbol or message about masked reality. stop pretending, kid.
c. or it could be a representation of utter confusing of where her head's at.
d. or it could be an attempt to distort her reality.
haha. this is actually fun because WHO THE FUCK CARES.
so [basically] what i'm getting at is whatever your thoughts may be, they may frustrate you to the extent that you are completely overwhelmed by yourself and your everything and everything... but in the end, what does it really matter. what you are to the world is essentially who you are because only you knows what is really clashing and burning and crashing and melting inside that crazy kop. so stop analysing yourself, its kinda a waste of time.
just let it be, you'll figure yourself out.
oh and i think rene descartes and his fuckup theories have me in a tangle.
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