I feel panicked. Lazy, and panicked. I wish that I had substance. Yet, I have none. Is it the strength of the longing that ensures I will never have what I so readily desire? Emotion... it would be nice. I am a cold, heartless bitch. I'd like some intelligence, too. I'd like a few things that make a decent person such, although what I think would isn't necessarily what the rest of society thinks. But then again, when are my random thoughts in sync with anything that anyone normal thinks? hmmm?

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