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"Instead of saying "it's fine", should I just be straight-foward and get all my personal worries/annoyances/concerns/confusions, no matter how ridiculous/trivial/retarded/potentially insulting/irrational they seem? Even though I'm probably too afraid of what others might think? Would it be better if I dump all my thoughts on my listener even though it might worn them out? And how should I phrase it when I talk about them? Or should I be braver and try to resolve them myself? And what if -- (goes on listing all the possiblities that would happen if I do this and do that) --"
My brain should shut up.
Doing the damn obvious is so much harder than saying the damn obvious.
All the things I've been saying, becomes nothing.
I got myself a pair of white boots, with heels. Will die happily tripping everywhere.
I also found out it's common for Women's Magazine to advertise adult items in Japan, thanks to Michele.
That just reminds me of that adult's joint with fugly neon lights in Melbourne, which is everywhere like 7-11...And that house with pink lights near Melbourne University where people supposedly go in through the back door.
How nostalgic.
Makes me want to go check out those womens' legs (?)
By the way, Nat, if you're reading this, remind me to ask you about that lap dance place when I get back *laughs*
There was this girl in my class named Charlotte Valentine.
It's actually a pretty name, now that I am reminded of her.
My brain should shut up.
Doing the damn obvious is so much harder than saying the damn obvious.
All the things I've been saying, becomes nothing.
I got myself a pair of white boots, with heels. Will die happily tripping everywhere.
I also found out it's common for Women's Magazine to advertise adult items in Japan, thanks to Michele.
That just reminds me of that adult's joint with fugly neon lights in Melbourne, which is everywhere like 7-11...And that house with pink lights near Melbourne University where people supposedly go in through the back door.
How nostalgic.
Makes me want to go check out those womens' legs (?)
By the way, Nat, if you're reading this, remind me to ask you about that lap dance place when I get back *laughs*
There was this girl in my class named Charlotte Valentine.
It's actually a pretty name, now that I am reminded of her.