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i am fast approaching grouchy old man status. still i feel that unless something happens to make me really bitter i'll die with a smile. a grouchy smile. i guess most of us do grow up to be like our parents.
it's been a rough spring, and late summer. i'm feeling kinda frail again, and it's bothering me. still it's not making me sad which... well is a propellant. some butchered push.
i am unhappily aware that i cannot exist like this a place where i cannot be as i am. as withered as i might feel at times i know that i would only be worse if pushed or just find myself in a place where i dont lead myself to.
i do not accept whims so much anymore. i'm not sure that's smart.
i'm a 28 year old man who knows he likes rhubarb pie. that's what i'd like. i'm asking for it. and i dont feel there's anything wrong with that. and still i don't feel like anyone or thing aught to give me a slice. were they to give me one i'd smile. grouchy, and probably fall down some stairs.
it's been a rough spring, and late summer. i'm feeling kinda frail again, and it's bothering me. still it's not making me sad which... well is a propellant. some butchered push.
i am unhappily aware that i cannot exist like this a place where i cannot be as i am. as withered as i might feel at times i know that i would only be worse if pushed or just find myself in a place where i dont lead myself to.
i do not accept whims so much anymore. i'm not sure that's smart.
i'm a 28 year old man who knows he likes rhubarb pie. that's what i'd like. i'm asking for it. and i dont feel there's anything wrong with that. and still i don't feel like anyone or thing aught to give me a slice. were they to give me one i'd smile. grouchy, and probably fall down some stairs.