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feathers and friends

after all the feathering that went down yesterday, i decided to make some shit. not really happy with the peacock earrings.. maybe for burning man.. but i LOVE the top pair. yahoo motha fucka.
all of a sudden i have no life. buh bye good times. see, i left for as long as i could, and when i came back, they didn't want me anymore. and well, there is just nothing i can do about that. (this is all mum bo jumbo talk for: my friends don't like me anymore - they decided to like my ex-boyfriend instead) which is all very understandable i guess. it's not really for me to understand. and to be perfectly frank - i don't care to understand.
"if there was a better way to go then it would find me. i cant help that the road just rolls out behind me..."
i'm solid where i'm at. i'm happy in my brain. although some things have changed.... for so so so sooooo long i dulled myself down, lessened my experience to fit in. talk about fucking stupid ass shit ass bullshit.
i'm done doing what i think people expect of me... done feeling guilty for out shinning the dullards around me.