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things are getting easier to bear.
only because i'm bearing them through some kind of anger.
cynicism and a very tiny whispery sort of dislike for nearly everything makes things a little easier. even comical at times.
i don't like people. i know that.
a few select of course.
the beasties and their counterparts, my family unconditionally, and a few others.
i'm tired of accusing people of being full of themselves.
i'm tired of being accused of being full of myself.
i haven't yet. but i will. just you wait.
we're all full of ourselves. we're all only ourselves. what else can we be full of but ourselves.
this is not me trying to sound intelligent and all knowing.
because i'm not.
there's still so much to learn.
i'm entering a strange period of my life. where i'm already an old grey and grumpy woman. aged far further than her time in years on this earth.
no to human contact. i want his shoulder to lean on and his hand to hold. but earth and it's lust and greed for sexual endeavors is sickening to me and i don't know why everything is losing it's color. it's luster.
i only want to read and drink my coffee and knit my awful looking scarves and pay off my fine and leave the country for some part of Britain.
I don't think I much belong here. I'd leave the planet. But that's impossible at the moment unless people suggest killing myself which is even more idiotic. So I'll just have to this this America land with it's disgusting men with their eagle tattoos full of greed and hurt and the woman with their superficial skin and bloated breasts who hold themselves in such high regard.
I want to take the people I love and shrink them so I can bring them to a better place with me.
Because I can't stand it here.
I think I'm just having a bad day and I'm grumpy because I haven't eaten anything and my bladder is full and it's cold and my face is covered in more acne than usual
I don't feel so bad about my underbite as I usually do.
Some girl on tumblr has a worse one than I do. But she still holds herself well and looks pretty. So if she can do it, I can.
ahhhhhh
this is a ridiculous day. It should be rather nice for the rain and the Irish and the warm clothes I have.
only because i'm bearing them through some kind of anger.
cynicism and a very tiny whispery sort of dislike for nearly everything makes things a little easier. even comical at times.
i don't like people. i know that.
a few select of course.
the beasties and their counterparts, my family unconditionally, and a few others.
i'm tired of accusing people of being full of themselves.
i'm tired of being accused of being full of myself.
i haven't yet. but i will. just you wait.
we're all full of ourselves. we're all only ourselves. what else can we be full of but ourselves.
this is not me trying to sound intelligent and all knowing.
because i'm not.
there's still so much to learn.
i'm entering a strange period of my life. where i'm already an old grey and grumpy woman. aged far further than her time in years on this earth.
no to human contact. i want his shoulder to lean on and his hand to hold. but earth and it's lust and greed for sexual endeavors is sickening to me and i don't know why everything is losing it's color. it's luster.
i only want to read and drink my coffee and knit my awful looking scarves and pay off my fine and leave the country for some part of Britain.
I don't think I much belong here. I'd leave the planet. But that's impossible at the moment unless people suggest killing myself which is even more idiotic. So I'll just have to this this America land with it's disgusting men with their eagle tattoos full of greed and hurt and the woman with their superficial skin and bloated breasts who hold themselves in such high regard.
I want to take the people I love and shrink them so I can bring them to a better place with me.
Because I can't stand it here.
I think I'm just having a bad day and I'm grumpy because I haven't eaten anything and my bladder is full and it's cold and my face is covered in more acne than usual
I don't feel so bad about my underbite as I usually do.
Some girl on tumblr has a worse one than I do. But she still holds herself well and looks pretty. So if she can do it, I can.
ahhhhhh
this is a ridiculous day. It should be rather nice for the rain and the Irish and the warm clothes I have.