Dear No One,
Today wasn't very exciting. Well it usually isn't anyways...but I tried clearing my thoughts today and tried to not think deeply about anything so I went back to the counting of the ceiling lights. I must say, I did forget how many there were, but after staring at the ceiling for countless hours, attempting to keep my mind off things, I counted 13 many times over and over again.
13. Odd. Who would of thought to put an odd number of lights on the ceiling. Whoever did, I thank them. I like odd numbers. Most people like even I think. Even numbers are just too perfect. You can split them into perfect little groups and never have any problems with dividing them. Problems. Everything and everyone has problems. Some may be bigger and some may be smaller, no one and nothing is perfect, so why should numbers be? Thats why I like odd, they aren't perfect so I except them. That's a bit weird thinking about it for people though... like...not excepting the perfect people.
I would say that's a bit weird and rude on my part but then I would say, there are no perfect people so i'm not really rejecting anyone or anything...except for those even numbers.
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