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Poser | Obsession.

You know what really, really sucks?
Imitating other people.

So I'm not really a great person. Not even close to being one either.
But it just totally, seriously pisses me off when other people imitates me.
You know, how I dress up, how I speak, my mannerisms, my writings.

Why can't they get their own life?
All these years, I have worked so hard to become someone utterly unique.
To be different from everyone else. Or at least different than what's trendy or what's 'in'.
I don't wanna see myself being a part of something simply because it's where everybody else is.
I want to STAND OUT from the crowd.
I might just be a sore thumb but at least I'm not like everyone else--complete posers.

That's why I just hate it when there's someone who is, in a way, copying me.
I mean, people, don't you just hate that?!


Okay, I'm calm now.
I just realized something.
If I don't stop obsessing with downloading songs, I won't be able to do anything productive. It's all I've been thinking about this past few days.
Songs, songs, songs. Addicting, seriously.

You see, I have this goal of at least 3000-5000 songs on my iTunes.
But sadly, I only have 1000 plus plus songs.
So basically, I still have a looooong way to go. Damn.

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