Broken

Feb 04, 2009 12:54

The fact that I broke my arm the night after The Devil Makes Three still does not cancel out how amazing that night was, I will never forget. Although now that I'm back at home... I've been thinking. I've developed an addiction to the company of others against my will, because I've always tried to stay away from people. I feel like such a hypocrite. The other night I had about 6 drinks (not that much for me really), and as soon as my friends left I started feeling excruciatingly lonely. Usually at this point I would start writing but my right arm is broken so I couldn't really do that. I yearned for somebody else's company, but there was NO ONE AROUND. It was the worst feeling because I was stuck with the realization that I contradict everything I represent and advocate. But then again aren't we all like that? We say we want peace yet we cause war and drama, we say we value unborn lives over existing ones, we say personality matters more than looks yet we spend thousands of dollars on plastic surgery. We are a society of filthy flesh eating blood sucking mother fucking hypocrites.
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