2002-09-24 - 11:18 p.m.

fool them all, but baby I can tell...you're no stranger to the street

- Billy Joel "Don't Ask Me Why" -

You know - that is just the line that seems to do the best job, at the moment, of summing up my attitude. It takes one to know one. And for some reason, I take comfort in knowing that I am *not* normal. Reminding myself that I am one of the freaks. Because if you're not one of the "in-crowd" to begin with...then you really have nothing to lose. No one can hurt you.

And I desperately want to be normal. I want to be one of the guys. I want in. Is anybody ever gonna let me in? FUCK IT. That's what I wanna say. FUCK IT.

FUCK being "in". Why can't I just say it and really mean it? Don't ask for favors, don't talk to strangers, don't ask me why.

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