Jul 22, 2006 14:25
I've found the perfect crimson wine colored polish,
but sadly, I've no one to see it except my four new best friends.
Their names are Wall 1, Wall 2, Wall3, and Wall 5..
"Wall 4" was just a little too predictable.
The need for peer social interaction is not realized until you are blatently cut from all interaction except for pixelated images that form words on a glowing screen.
I suppose it's partly my fault,
but is it really my fault I like the people I like, I like the things I do, and I like how all of the above make me feel?
It feels a little like I'm being punished for being the person I am.
and it seems a litte unfair for me to change for someone else out of guilt.
-In the same desperate plea you make for me to change, I plea for you to do the same.
So what makes you right and me wrong?
Society?
but what if society is wrong?
What if "society" is all made up by one very conservative man??
So I ask, what about the underground society?
-The one that comes together due to exclusion, miscommunication, and misunderstanding?
I suppose there's no point in questioning since what is, is, and apparently will always be.
sorry this is all bitching.