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from a basement on a hill

there is this feeling i have. like anxiety mixed with excitement blended with fear. this feeling is really a voice and its telling me to move away.

not irresponisbly. oh i wish when you talk about getting a pick up truck and wandering around the country you were serious. oh i wish we could live in a house. in nashville or something. and we would have neighbors and new friends and every moring when we wake up the grass would be wet.

but i am so scared to move alone. to a city where i dont know anyone. how did it happen that one day all the people i knew moved on my block?

new york city doesn't inspire me right now. that's the truth.

but what would inspire a girl who is only ever looking outside for things?

11:51 a.m. - 2005-01-05

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