5:27 in the a.m. sometimes when life is strange it just makes me laugh. mostly, probably, in fact, it just makes me laugh. but tonight was one of the strange ones where it, well, not really angered me, and not even really irritated me, but just made me speculate like i have never speculated before. if i wanted i feel i could divulge absolutely everything from my head right now. i almost want to, too. it is, though, almost morning, so i think i will restrain myself in this particular instance. i don't feel mysterious at all. i feel like all i'm ever doing is explaining thoughts and feelings and actions, however inadequately. and even when i do, it always surprises (usually not in a good way) or angers someone. oh fuck, maybe i am. i've never felt that to be any type of admirable trait, either.