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Thursday, May. 30, 2002

Though Times Are Shitty. Santa Fe!

Everything seems perfectly peachy until you are asked to speak your mind. Am I the only one with a problem doing that? I can't seem to tell people what it is I'm thinking. Though I can write it almost perfectly well in here. Sometimes I have trouble putting my thought into text here, but most of the time I'm alright. I have no trouble. It's when I know someone can hear it, or I know they're reading it right after I write it and they know some people that I do that I wouldn't want them to tell. I just don't know... I can't seem to do it.

I mean, I can. With some people, but not with others. Not with most. Coincidentally, mostly people of the opposite gender. That's horrible of me, but I don't know why. It's almost like a mental block.

There are those random times though, when I can think of exactly word for word what I want to say, and then I go right ahead and take the plunge. I'm really different in my mind. Well, maybe not so different from the outside, but there are a few pretty distinct differences. I would go into it, but it's getting really late.

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