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I am an architect.
I feel so bad. I have such a sudden way of changing thought patterns. Now I cant shake this horrible empty feeling. Soon it will translate into sore, dirty, dry-eyed and hollow feelings. I will become like an insect in the sun.
Don't worry, I'm used to it.
As long as it doesn't get to the stage where, it's not that you want to be somewhere or something or someone else, it's that you don't want to be at all. It probably wont. But it does get frightening.
I don't usually talk about this stuff, I'm not wonderfully comfortable with it, but I really don't buy into the idea of pretending things dont bother you, or that it's all ok. That's just ridiculous. I've met, and know, far too many people who think like this. I'd rather talk to someone who's ridiculously melodramatic and makes a big deal out of everything than someone who blanks over everything like all's well. That's just me, of course.
I have my headphones, and my poorly taped Holy Bible cassette. And these things are keeping me sane.
The closest thing i have to it is a pair of gloves and shaking hands.
They call me a butcher.
I feel so bad. I have such a sudden way of changing thought patterns. Now I cant shake this horrible empty feeling. Soon it will translate into sore, dirty, dry-eyed and hollow feelings. I will become like an insect in the sun.
Don't worry, I'm used to it.
As long as it doesn't get to the stage where, it's not that you want to be somewhere or something or someone else, it's that you don't want to be at all. It probably wont. But it does get frightening.
I don't usually talk about this stuff, I'm not wonderfully comfortable with it, but I really don't buy into the idea of pretending things dont bother you, or that it's all ok. That's just ridiculous. I've met, and know, far too many people who think like this. I'd rather talk to someone who's ridiculously melodramatic and makes a big deal out of everything than someone who blanks over everything like all's well. That's just me, of course.
I have my headphones, and my poorly taped Holy Bible cassette. And these things are keeping me sane.
The closest thing i have to it is a pair of gloves and shaking hands.
They call me a butcher.