truth is relative and perception is truth, which could be all problems all along, answers only singularly and occasionally in multiples, which makes the rest so obtuse.
perception is not truth there is a disconnect between what is perceived and what's really there.
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults, and even I in this, Authorizing thy trespass with compare, Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense-- Thy adverse party is thy advocate-- And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence: Such civil war is in my love and hate That I an accessary needs must be To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
I expected respect. you're right that is the killer. you do not fuck over carelessly the people you say you love or care about... tears flowed from your eyes, the words that came from your tongue and cheek.. were .. "i love you.. i would never do anything to hurt you.." and immediately you did what you wanted without care or concern.. and in specifics.. which i really do not want to get into.. but to clarify.. not respecting my desire and need to not have the man in my space that i lived that i needed to regain myself. and if you cannnot understand that, you are a lost cause. you went from being kelly to jon in a split sec.
absolutely no friend of mine treats me in such a manner.. we are not of the same pride.
if you cared about me you would have shown some respect.
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Are you ever coming to chicago again?
Miss you
Mike
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for a visit...
i miss you too..
i will see you when i see you.
perhaps in a few months.
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there is a disconnect between what is perceived and what's really there.
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense--
Thy adverse party is thy advocate--
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
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perception isnt the monster....expectation is. the killer.
a window for dissapointment in even the smallest places.
no ill-gotten gains.
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you do not fuck over carelessly the people you say you love or care about... tears flowed from your eyes, the words that came from your tongue and cheek.. were .. "i love you.. i would never do anything to hurt you.." and immediately you did what you wanted without care or concern.. and in specifics.. which i really do not want to get into.. but to clarify.. not respecting my desire and need to not have the man in my space that i lived that i needed to regain myself. and if you cannnot understand that, you are a lost cause. you went from being kelly to jon in a split sec.
absolutely no friend of mine treats me in such a manner.. we are not of the same pride.
if you cared about me you would have shown some respect.
no justification.
only respect in action.
end of story.
capish?
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