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  • 1) I'm narcoleptic [but somehow I only got two hours of sleep last night]

    2) My favourite colour is green

    3) I'm ftm--- transgender [transcendent! extra-terrestrial! terrified!]

    4) I spend far too much of my time watching BBC Dramas and reading dramatic books about foreigners [It really bothers me that I haven't been using any periods here]

    5) I play the violin [.]

    6) I've always secretly entertained delusions of grandeur--- i.e. when I was young I used to believe that I was born to be a child actor, which is kind of pathetic and hilarious now that I think of it, but also a little bit heartbreaking [So there]

    7) I'm in theatre now actually, or at least I began my long awaited foray into theatre, and I fell in love with the atmosphere and the romance of it all, but unfortunately I'm poor and realistic enough to see that I could never make a living out of that especially considering that I've got more ambition than talent or confidence [I should be either studying or sleeping right now, but I'm doing neither]

    8) Next semester I wont be able to act because I have to be a grown-up now and I haven't got the time for acting and I almost wish I'd never tasted the forbidden fruit because now I see that the grass really is greener on the other side of this silly contrived metaphor

    9) Speaking of giving up on your dreams: I used to think I'd be a writer too, but the more I "create" the more unoriginal I feel, and I wonder if it is possible for someone to put out in the world but somehow put out negative matter and all my masses of words seem to be becoming one big black hole, taking away rather than adding to the wholeness of the universe which is expanding and filling up the nothing with more nothing for-ever-and-ever until its eventual heat death when the entropy and cruelty of it all has come full circle like the spiralling of a small planet into the sun, our sun perhaps, after it has blown up and swallowed us all or at least swallowed our bones or at least swallowed the dust of our bones because there is nothing left of us and I am decaying and you are decaying and I think I must need sleep

    10) I need sleep.
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