subject: transference
time: 11:12am
music: she will be loved - maroon 5
mood: alert

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i always forget what i'm going to say so in that regard i like to keep my words to myself. they never come out quite the way that i'd like them to, or the way that i imagine. i think it's my voice. my voice carries itself in too many ways light and airy, inaudible, so much that anything i say seems empty or forced, as if i was reciting lines from a play, and in those very many times i pause because i'm trying to find the right word to say - oops! i forgot the words to the script! - i will smile out of pure subconscious.