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August 19, 2007
I do not mind staring out the window, silence does not bother me. Mostly I am busy in my head thinking working through shit. I am happy just to sit here and look at these trees and cars; the houses of others so familiar and foreign.
The fact that I'm not talking is not because you're dull or that I am dull it is just that words should be used wisely and silence is its own eloquence
So, maybe I have nothing to say and perhaps I am justifying it all to hell. But it is for the right reasons