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So, to save your friends page from another long political rant about how I feel everyone should be voting tomorrow and now I am extremely annoyed and irritated with those who are not. Not to mention that I am equally annoyed and irritated with those who are voting but are uninformed...*cough-cough sheep cough-cough*
I don't really want to know who you are voting for because I don't want to tell you who to vote for or why I think you're being an idiot. It's not because I don't care, it is merely because I care too much. Become informed, vote. Ask questions if you are confused or curious, demand the answers to your questions. Make a choice for yourself.
Tomorrow I will be voting for Ron Paul. I will be voting not to abolish the state income tax, to decriminalize marijuana and to abolish dog racing. Before you assume, no, I do not smoke.
I have people to talk to, I have people to listen and who make me feel better. Mostly I am talking about Sampsa, because lately, he is one of the only people who I feel I can be completely honest with. He has become very important to me and I like that he doesn't judge me even when I tell him things that I fear most people would because they don't understand. He doesn't always understand but he respects me and accepts me.
I bought ten white roses after work today. All the flowers I bring him will be white, regardless of the type of flowers I will try to bring him only white flowers unless there is no way I can. I drove up to Leverett and the ground was too cold or I would have sat with him. I cried and I spoke to myself though I imagined he could hear what I was saying. I told him about how I missed him and how I loved him and how he was my star, always and forever. I had a lot of questions, I asked them all I told him it still didn't make sense that he was gone. And I cried some more because there will never be answers for all the questions I asked him. Not answers that will satisfy me, anyways. I choked on my words and I left him my letter and my roses. Before I left I told him that bad things were happening with people that he loved, I told him I was scared and concerned for them and I said it didn't make sense. I said I needed him because he could help me, but he can't. I said I wished there was someone or something that could save me, that could save us all, each and every person who ever felt helpless. I told him that it would help a little if I had someone to hold my hand or hold me while I cried, but there isn't and I don't know if I would let anyone who wanted to do it.
The ride home was dark and long and it made me feel more alone. I drove and listened to The Spill Canvas rare bootlegged album I just got. I was glad it was dark because all the trees were dead anyways and it would have reminded me how things are temporary. It would have made me more sad to see all the trees. And for once, I didn't drive to see him with the windows down. I didn't want to feel the cold air on my face, in my lungs. There will be enough of that when winter comes. Everything will have set in once the snow falls, but for now I didn't want to think about that coming.
November is my month. I want to try to salvage it.
I don't really want to know who you are voting for because I don't want to tell you who to vote for or why I think you're being an idiot. It's not because I don't care, it is merely because I care too much. Become informed, vote. Ask questions if you are confused or curious, demand the answers to your questions. Make a choice for yourself.
Tomorrow I will be voting for Ron Paul. I will be voting not to abolish the state income tax, to decriminalize marijuana and to abolish dog racing. Before you assume, no, I do not smoke.
I have people to talk to, I have people to listen and who make me feel better. Mostly I am talking about Sampsa, because lately, he is one of the only people who I feel I can be completely honest with. He has become very important to me and I like that he doesn't judge me even when I tell him things that I fear most people would because they don't understand. He doesn't always understand but he respects me and accepts me.
I bought ten white roses after work today. All the flowers I bring him will be white, regardless of the type of flowers I will try to bring him only white flowers unless there is no way I can. I drove up to Leverett and the ground was too cold or I would have sat with him. I cried and I spoke to myself though I imagined he could hear what I was saying. I told him about how I missed him and how I loved him and how he was my star, always and forever. I had a lot of questions, I asked them all I told him it still didn't make sense that he was gone. And I cried some more because there will never be answers for all the questions I asked him. Not answers that will satisfy me, anyways. I choked on my words and I left him my letter and my roses. Before I left I told him that bad things were happening with people that he loved, I told him I was scared and concerned for them and I said it didn't make sense. I said I needed him because he could help me, but he can't. I said I wished there was someone or something that could save me, that could save us all, each and every person who ever felt helpless. I told him that it would help a little if I had someone to hold my hand or hold me while I cried, but there isn't and I don't know if I would let anyone who wanted to do it.
The ride home was dark and long and it made me feel more alone. I drove and listened to The Spill Canvas rare bootlegged album I just got. I was glad it was dark because all the trees were dead anyways and it would have reminded me how things are temporary. It would have made me more sad to see all the trees. And for once, I didn't drive to see him with the windows down. I didn't want to feel the cold air on my face, in my lungs. There will be enough of that when winter comes. Everything will have set in once the snow falls, but for now I didn't want to think about that coming.
November is my month. I want to try to salvage it.