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I wish I was more like Paris Hilton

No really, I do sometimes. I’m so pessimistic and cynical and I can’t really express this crap to anyone because I could imagine them thinking “you’re such a weirdo” and you know… people tell me this stuff as a “joke” but I know deep down they’re really thinking it.

My brain is like my own enemy, I think about EVERYTHING sooooo much and over analyse everything to the point where it freaks me out and I begin to physically shake and feel ill. I realise that it’s messed up but I really can’t help my thoughts, I can’t help that my mind always wants to wonder about and lead me down unexplainable paths.

So I must admit that I don’t know Paris Hilton personally so I’m not in the position to completely judge her. I guess when I say Paris Hilton, more like the general idea of her. The whole plastic, bimbo, airhead way of life. It’s terrible, but it just seems so simple and shallow, it’s like she can’t hurt herself because she or rather people in that generalisation just seem so oblivious. They rarely think about stuff that would freak them out, so they don’t get freaked out.

SIGH. Perhaps I’ll have something fashionable to post about another day. For now I shall post this and get embarrassed about it somewhere down the track.