Better than some things

[post transcribed from a paper journal]

Sometimes I just wish that this would all go away; no more of anything at all to complicate reality. Then again, what fun would there be if there was nothing to do or think about? I know, because I spent a lot of time in such a situation, that it is more fun sometimes than the trivial everyday situations and complications that are presented me. However, does this really make nothing better than something, or just better than some things?

. . .

Friday night I put on some makeup (I appeared to be pale as this page on every inch of visible flesh), added a drop of blood to my lower lip, stepped into a skirt and blouse, and went to Thunderbird HS’s Halloween dance with my girlfired, Addie. As are most HS dances, it was fairly cliquish, and there was a fairly small amount of dancing, not to mention the fact that the only dancing going on was older than most of the people there. Luckily, I don’t know how to dance, and was thus spared having to do such a thing.

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