Won't you let me walk you home from school?
Mhy my my head is hurting.
I think that it always hurts.
but That when you're tired you can no longer suppress the constant pressure.
So that's why your head hurts when you're tired.
I don't really think that. I want to.
I want to think that you can control your head aches.
I was moving the pain around today.
I was even feeling it outside of my head.
But i know that it was really in my head.
And it's not like the pressure was really released.
Oh well.
I should be doing homework. But it is late-ish. And I'd rather drink my tea and think about reading.
or think about thinking.
I think that religion gets a bad rap. I think that it has been demonized and that the popular opinion is a negative perception.
I don't necessarily believe that a religion can be wrong. I don't know if I even believe in wrong.
I think that they're confused. And misinterpreted. By people within and outside the body of the group.
It's no big deal really. I just don't think that you have a place bashing something that you probably don't understand. That, in and of itself, is entirely selfish and a method by which you can stoke your own egofire. The "that" referring back to the bashing.
Things are so unequal that an upheaval is necessary.
That's what I have heard. What certain people want you to think. And it's an opinion that is offered as if it is the only possible explanation.
I suppose that's how many opinions are expressed.
I think that is stupid.
I can massage my brain handlessly.
by just imagining my light arrows pulsing through it.
But, alas, all imagination.
This isn't a loopy post.
It isn't varied enough. I think the thoughts are scattered but not altogether scatterbrained.
Is there a limit to the characters I write?
There are many things that I don't like about myself. One of which is that I think you are stupid. I think that is my greatest shortcoming. I find it hard to believe in originality. That's what I have to work on. I think that the other goals that I have made myself work at have improved. I don't think that sentence makes sense in any other way than the interpretation of a conscious reader.
Oh well.
I would love to write for a living. If only people would read it.
I have stories that I start.
That get fleshed out.
I know how I want to start them. But then I think about creating the actual story line. And setting and describing. Fuck that.
Oh, you've more than earned it.