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there's not much that bothers me.
I complain a lot, sure, but it's nothing real.
about one thing, is all, that really kills me.
involving me, being my business, and not something i do to myself.
the realization of a lie.
In book club fashion -
there is still no answer
Only all that was before I know must soon come after
such and such and such
Quit one of my jobs. Guess which one. I left with little to no sound and/or fury. The time I called the police to crash their party was more furious.
I always thought giving your friends a position on their "importance" in your existance was a bit cold, but at least it's honest. To me, to you, whatever. I'm sure we don't agree.
Caddy smelled like leaves.
She stepped in front of him on the step, staring at him - the way he buried himself in his loss. Kneeling down, staring, saying "most people are indifferent to the way others feel. at this moment, i'm absolutely interested..."
I like us, because we're different.
I have this thought.
I don't think you can teach most people to see like we see.
the best people talk and talk, but know what they're saying.
then they listen and listen.
not speaking to impress.
speaking to express who they are.
she found out, and it wasn't a bad thing. i almost ran out, but it was done.
now she doesn't know, but I don't care to tell.
older songs and self imposed problems due to something called truth.
Whatever.
I'm just an idiot.
I complain a lot, sure, but it's nothing real.
about one thing, is all, that really kills me.
involving me, being my business, and not something i do to myself.
the realization of a lie.
In book club fashion -
there is still no answer
Only all that was before I know must soon come after
such and such and such
Quit one of my jobs. Guess which one. I left with little to no sound and/or fury. The time I called the police to crash their party was more furious.
I always thought giving your friends a position on their "importance" in your existance was a bit cold, but at least it's honest. To me, to you, whatever. I'm sure we don't agree.
Caddy smelled like leaves.
She stepped in front of him on the step, staring at him - the way he buried himself in his loss. Kneeling down, staring, saying "most people are indifferent to the way others feel. at this moment, i'm absolutely interested..."
I like us, because we're different.
I have this thought.
I don't think you can teach most people to see like we see.
the best people talk and talk, but know what they're saying.
then they listen and listen.
not speaking to impress.
speaking to express who they are.
she found out, and it wasn't a bad thing. i almost ran out, but it was done.
now she doesn't know, but I don't care to tell.
older songs and self imposed problems due to something called truth.
Whatever.
I'm just an idiot.