some honest to god truth
Sigh, I can write and write, but honestly, I cannot publish it. There is so much I would like to say, but there are two truths when it comes to honesty. Truth (fact) number 1, anything I say or do will always come back to kick me in the ass. This includes anything I say, do, or write. As much as I love every one of my friends, I come from a large circle of friends, so what is said from one friend to another can go pretty fucking far. End result being I have a lot of friends and things can be spread about me pretty damn quick. Second, I have a problem with opening up to someone. And that is ANYONE. I am sorry to say, and I LOVE <3 all of my friends, but I feel I can never open up to anyone fully. I am sure I am not the sole person on the planet that feels this way, but there comes a time where you just come to the realization that people just stop listening to what you have to say. I try to avoid this threshold. If you speak your mind enough, there is just a point where you cross over the point where people are listening to what you have to say and when they are just waiting for thier turn to talk. FUCK THAT. I use to open up to people, but people just stopped listening. I fault no one for this. It is basic human nature and the survival of our own sanity.
GD it all, I have no idea why I just wrote all this without any self conseltation. I guess in its own minor way it is thereputic. He he, odd way to put the fact that I semi-opened up without really opening up. Fuck it all, this probably doesn't make sense to most people who read this. Oh wait, I almost forgot that no one will probably read this shit anyway. Catch 22, I can post stuff about myself and there are 2 possible situations. Sinerio 1 is everyone and thier damn dog from my social group will know every little problem about me (and yes we all have our only little issues). Sinerio 2 is no one reads this, I get to post whatever is on my mind to get it off my chest, and no one reads it nor cares. Since sinerio 1 is worse than sinerio 2, you get this vague statement that freely flows from me. We are all missunderstood. Oh well, fuck it. Peace and love to all, I am going to bed.
Bottom line for what is on my mind...
The meaning to all things is to love and be loved. Take it what you will.
GD it all, I have no idea why I just wrote all this without any self conseltation. I guess in its own minor way it is thereputic. He he, odd way to put the fact that I semi-opened up without really opening up. Fuck it all, this probably doesn't make sense to most people who read this. Oh wait, I almost forgot that no one will probably read this shit anyway. Catch 22, I can post stuff about myself and there are 2 possible situations. Sinerio 1 is everyone and thier damn dog from my social group will know every little problem about me (and yes we all have our only little issues). Sinerio 2 is no one reads this, I get to post whatever is on my mind to get it off my chest, and no one reads it nor cares. Since sinerio 1 is worse than sinerio 2, you get this vague statement that freely flows from me. We are all missunderstood. Oh well, fuck it. Peace and love to all, I am going to bed.
Bottom line for what is on my mind...
The meaning to all things is to love and be loved. Take it what you will.