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And I read some of it. And I feel like shit after doing so. So...I won't do that again. Rather, I just added three or four pages of current stuff. Well. Maybe not THAT current. More like a synopsis of stuff from August on. That was vague. Oh well. My parents keep asking me what I want for Christmas. And I don't blame them, because I'm stubborn and typically don't tell them anything. Or, when I do, I talk myself out of wanting it. But it made me think, again, about what I want. I never wrote elaborate letters to Santa. Maybe I should have. Because I feel like hand written letters bring me to tears. Maybe excessive? Maybe. Regardless, I'd like one. Is it silly to want someone to sing you a song? I don't think it's THAT unreasonable. Because, hey, it's not expensive. It might take just a few minutes even. I just have always absolutely hated it when people refuse to sing for me because I'm "intimidating." ...Intimidating? You're kidding? Right? Please be. I'm really not that good. Seriously. Please just listen to Regina Spektor. You'll understand. I've made people cry when I sing them songs. I want to cry. That's horribly emo. ...good god, I'm selfish. :/. asdfghjkl; I don't deserve shit. |
