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kiyuso
☕ Partially active. Just blogging down my messy thoughts for the record and future references. Also a story writer, typically concerning my gays. I don't particularly have any interests. It's more like, if something piques my interests, I become infatuated or obsessed.


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08/23 My Birthday
9/7 Hello Kitty Cafe Truck
9/28 Tour de Corgi
10/17 Brother's Birthday
10/31 Halloween
11/9 Ramen-o-Rama!
12/5 Wen's Birthday


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I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still. - Sylvia Plath

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  Self-conscious
Your friend talk about it, your friends freight about it, your friends complain about it, your friends hate it, your friends find it disgusting, your friends are perfect though, so what are they worrying about? When you have friends that are "perfect" you just can't help but feel inferior to them because of their perfection and your imperfections. And when they talk and complain about it, you wonder why they are so finicky about such things when it is just one thing. Like a splotch on a white sheet of paper, they too want to remain perfect by all means. Sometimes you can't help but want to scream at your friends and tell them that it is the biochemicalness of life and there is nothing that can stop or prevent it, or rid of them either. Sometimes, you just also wish to be perfect too. And in the end you result to concealing your imperfections and true self, and eventually lose yourself and fall into greater despair. It is nothing to fear, but fear itself will only cause more anxiety among yourself and bring about inner turmoil. There is no turning back, there is no more perfection for you.


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