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This is their house.
I do my strangest thinkings at night. When it's 1 am and I'm doing nothing but listening to music and thinking up all sort of dreams.

I just have the strangest urge to want an apartment of my own.
Some kind of crappy apartment that will forces me to grow up through rent and needing food; to get a job and such things like that.

Living in my parents' house makes me feel like I owe something.
Living in my parents' house feels like something is holding me back.

Maybe with a place to call my own, then I can let go and come and go as I please and be however comfortable I want to be.

I could be so much better than this.
07.30.2004.friday