No problem XD
And no, that's not true D: I remembered because it's your birthday too.
_{Maybe.
Or it could be because I know three freaking people who have their birthdays on that day.
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I think the only time you can really think is when you're alone. It's the one time when there is no outside disturbance, when there is no one and nothing to change your judgment of the world. When you're alone, anything is possible because no one is there to say it isn't.

I could be the first female pope. _{Has there ever been a female pope?}
But I don't want to be the pope, religion is bothersome and my God isn't their God.

I like to watch the trees bleed when I'm alone. To watch them cry because no matter how hard they try, they aren't going anywhere. You can come at them with an axe, and they can't run. You can chop them down, and they won't scream. They'll take it, because that's all they can do.
But when I'm alone, they bleed and they cry, and they laugh and they want.

I also like to sit in graveyards late at night by myself. But that's another story.

I think loneliness is everything you said. "Our body's way of recognizing just how insignificant and nothing we are." I don't think the feeling of being lonely could be defined in any better way. I bow to your superior interpretation of human nature.

My dad was flying to Ontario in the wee hours of the morning. Lucky him. I got to go back home and sleep. (I don't have schemes, shush now. xD But someday, I'm gunna fly out of here and no one will hear from me again. At least not before I want them to.)

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_{Laugh. Crying is so overrated.}