this subject should be a line from my current music, but I can't decide which to use. Look up lyric

[napoleonherself]

Turned in Unix final. It's up to the Unix Gods to decide what happens next.

Stuff I should post. Too lazy. Eh.

I want to disappear. To simply shrink up tighter and tighter until I'm too small to be seen anymore. And then the assholes who have magazine subscriptions to sell will stop looking at me and seeing some pitiful loser they can exploit, someone they can compliment a bit and thus have an instant sale. Everyone will stop seeing me as this pitiful loser I am, because they won't be able to see me. At all. And I won't have to worry about anyone looking at me ever again.

But. That's sort of impossible. So.

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[feathered.livejournal.com]

I feel like that song a lot. I feel like that a lot. Wanting to curl up and disappear. More often, I wish for a place to go where no one could find me. Because then I could just read and listen to music and have my computer and everything would be all right...

I wish that you could have a room like that, too, and not be sad anymore. I wish there were something I could do, something that would actually help.

But I can't think of anything. I'm sorry.

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

I've started building a room in my head -- I can go there, sometimes, if I think about it. It's hard, though, because it's still hard to visualize. Too nebulous. I wish I could draw it or something.

[feathered.livejournal.com]

I used to have one of those. Can't get to it anymore. It was always incredibly handy, though.

I once had any room in my head that I wanted. I could imagine myself to anywhere. But when I grew up and got grounded to reality, I stopped being able to do that. I hate the real world.

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Stupid real world. IT GO SQUISH NOW