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Sometimes I have so many things I want to say, that the words get tangled up into a massive of pictures and thoughts and shapes and colors so that the only words I get out are the ones that are totally unrelated to what I'm talking about

sometimes I feel a little bit like I live with an alter ego. Like.... there's the me that exists with you, and the me that exists separately from you. The thing is that which one I'm existing within doesn't have anything to do with whether you're around or not, it's just... the way in which you're around. 

It's hard to explain that to people though. I... I can be Bruce Wayne around you, or I can be Batman and yet some how you're always the same Rachel Dawes 

and the truth is that I want to be Batman all the time, because I feel so much better that way but its too much and it doesn't work in the real world

There's nothing wrong with being Bruce Wayne I just.... I get so hug up on the fact that I could be Batman... it's right there... close enough to touch. 

In more literal news, even though it's months away- I want to have a halloween party this year. A costume party. Angel is going to be Willie Wonka. I'm going to be Batgirl. That has nothing whatsoever to do with the contents of this blog- just to clarify.