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every day now i wake up feeling like i've been hit by a truck but finding myself still alive. damn. my gran is making such a big deal about life and death. says you can't always concentrate on the materialism of life, think about the afterlife. nenek, I AM thinking about the afterlife -i'm thinking about how I DON'T HAVE TO THINK should i be put in heaven or hell. some folks say i've become nicer but really, i just became more and more apathetic. maybe the old new bestfriend taught me that when we met -how to be inert. it's actually not being thick skin, it's just not being all there when you're spoken to. old friends would say i used to be a repellant little minx who's got alot more trash coming out from her mouth than guts. but it seems over the years, disillusionment gradually became a tenant in my mind, people are dead and i rely on silence to take me to a better place.