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Sometimes, we have everything in the world we want to say, but no words to express it.
Right now, I am fresh out of the metaphorical bullshit I usually deliver,
because after a week of pure misery, I have run dry of idea.
It's true. I bear no stories, dreams, or even fictional tales I might have crafted purposely to benefit you, myself, or maybe even my poor mother, who knows "everything". (Which is really code for nothing at all.)
I can tell you have absolutely no clue what I am talking about at this moment; how do I know this?
Because neither do I.
And at 11:28 on a dead Tuesday night, it crossed my mind that half of my emotional stress comes from "pressure".
Fuck, I might as well become a DARE representative with a line like that, but I hate to say, it's true. All of the things I was told as a child are catching up with me. It's the stories and lectures you listen to, but don't understand - they always come true.
I guess as one ramble comes to an end, it leaves room for me to re-visit my original topic.
I am not a doormat.
...The end.
Right now, I am fresh out of the metaphorical bullshit I usually deliver,
because after a week of pure misery, I have run dry of idea.
It's true. I bear no stories, dreams, or even fictional tales I might have crafted purposely to benefit you, myself, or maybe even my poor mother, who knows "everything". (Which is really code for nothing at all.)
I can tell you have absolutely no clue what I am talking about at this moment; how do I know this?
Because neither do I.
And at 11:28 on a dead Tuesday night, it crossed my mind that half of my emotional stress comes from "pressure".
Fuck, I might as well become a DARE representative with a line like that, but I hate to say, it's true. All of the things I was told as a child are catching up with me. It's the stories and lectures you listen to, but don't understand - they always come true.
I guess as one ramble comes to an end, it leaves room for me to re-visit my original topic.
I am not a doormat.
...The end.