self-edit (disjointed drivel)
---I hope someday I'll be able to know when it's best to actually say what I'm feeling about things, and when it's best to just keep quiet.
I seem to be messing those up lately. Fantastically so.
-They say that diamonds are made when coal is put under extreme pressure, and they also say it's a good metaphor for life.
What they don't tell you is that coal cracks under pressure more frequently than it turns into diamonds.
--I spend my evenings in my 3' x 5' living room, in a corner, typing to people who've never met me, and who I lie to about virtually everything. To them, I'm either untroubled and easygoing, or unjustly dumped upon and totally innocent of anything.
----Groceries are more expensive than a couple of dvds, and they're less entertaining. The choice is obvious.
I'm posting this even though 90% of the people who still have me friended don't speak to me anymore, or have never actually met me.
---Once I've resigned myself to a good therapeutic cry, I can't do it anymore.
---------Sometimes I think, "Nobody should have to put up with my shit...", but then I remind myself that nobody does.
------Getting voted off the island seems bad, sure, but what if instead they all just picked up and went to a different island and left you behind on the old one?
--Sleep is for the weak, they say, but I sure don't feel all that strong.
I seem to be messing those up lately. Fantastically so.
-They say that diamonds are made when coal is put under extreme pressure, and they also say it's a good metaphor for life.
What they don't tell you is that coal cracks under pressure more frequently than it turns into diamonds.
--I spend my evenings in my 3' x 5' living room, in a corner, typing to people who've never met me, and who I lie to about virtually everything. To them, I'm either untroubled and easygoing, or unjustly dumped upon and totally innocent of anything.
----Groceries are more expensive than a couple of dvds, and they're less entertaining. The choice is obvious.
I'm posting this even though 90% of the people who still have me friended don't speak to me anymore, or have never actually met me.
---Once I've resigned myself to a good therapeutic cry, I can't do it anymore.
---------Sometimes I think, "Nobody should have to put up with my shit...", but then I remind myself that nobody does.
------Getting voted off the island seems bad, sure, but what if instead they all just picked up and went to a different island and left you behind on the old one?
--Sleep is for the weak, they say, but I sure don't feel all that strong.