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:| I went to A-Kon and bought myself cat ears.

Because I fucking wanted some cat ears damn it.

I just remembered ages 13-15.

Wearing System of a Down shirts and listening to Wolf Parade and rocking doorknocker earrings.

I mean...I was so weird and letting the music I listened to define me.

I really liked myself then. I thought I was better than everyone.

Hell...I WAS better than everyone else. Fucking automatons.

.

This whole psyching yourself out thing works wonders.

Also I kind of don't want to go to England.

I need to work.

I I I I I I I I

I've realized I talk about myself too much and don't listen enough.

:(

This must be remedied.

Also I want more cat ears.