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hi
i don't post often
i am often in my own little imagination of this subjective planet
this subjective entity i place on every little aspect of my own life is a little terrifying
(i just cant imagine anyone else having anything to do with life if i'm not a part of theirs)
even if i think about it
this will get imported into facebook and i don't know if i'll keep it up there or not
who am i really posting to?
i'm posting to people who don't understand who i am
i'm so easily understood
to be understanding you'd understand that i am summed up by only one word, confusing
i've realized who i'm posting to though.
to my real friends, and you'd know who you are (how cliche)
the only people who really understand are people who have been upset with me before
the people i disappoint
it's scary and confusing that you could be a part of my imagination
but it's as if you're my conscience because disappointing you comes so easily but overdoses my body with guilt
i so easily opt out of taking your advice
and my next disappointing move usually confuses you because you'd not think it would happen
i think if i'm the imagination behind everything i see in my life
then it's only fitting that they represent a part of me
and for those who i just mentioned that form my conscience, so to speak
you're more to me than the rest of the nerves that everyone else must represent
because in comparison, you understand me as opposed to the messages they tell my body (sometimes those that have nothing to do with anything, like how i compulsively shake my leg)
everyone else gets on my nerves!
hahaha.
i don't post often
i am often in my own little imagination of this subjective planet
this subjective entity i place on every little aspect of my own life is a little terrifying
(i just cant imagine anyone else having anything to do with life if i'm not a part of theirs)
even if i think about it
this will get imported into facebook and i don't know if i'll keep it up there or not
who am i really posting to?
i'm posting to people who don't understand who i am
i'm so easily understood
to be understanding you'd understand that i am summed up by only one word, confusing
i've realized who i'm posting to though.
to my real friends, and you'd know who you are (how cliche)
the only people who really understand are people who have been upset with me before
the people i disappoint
it's scary and confusing that you could be a part of my imagination
but it's as if you're my conscience because disappointing you comes so easily but overdoses my body with guilt
i so easily opt out of taking your advice
and my next disappointing move usually confuses you because you'd not think it would happen
i think if i'm the imagination behind everything i see in my life
then it's only fitting that they represent a part of me
and for those who i just mentioned that form my conscience, so to speak
you're more to me than the rest of the nerves that everyone else must represent
because in comparison, you understand me as opposed to the messages they tell my body (sometimes those that have nothing to do with anything, like how i compulsively shake my leg)
everyone else gets on my nerves!
hahaha.