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Dear Diary
Seriously, why are girls that way? Like... So hopeless and lost, and proud, and stuborn, and it's all this big big big mental battle over something that isn't real.
Like. You give away your soul, and it still isn't enough. There are constant tests, and battles, and hurdles, and mind games, and... Girls, are you happy? What does it prove? Wuff wuff, good boy. Right? Ok, so now what?
Oh yea, you hadn't thought ahead. So it's this bitter, vengefull, race. Constantly watching your back, and waiting for a slip up that won't ever come... So what then? Rather than admit humility, you would hold on to that bitter last breath, watching the world crumble in on itself, watching the mushrooms clouds. Just so you never have to speak those words. I was wrong.
I forgive you.
It's ok.
Seriously, why are boys that way? Keep a straight face while you lie through your teeth. Of course she couldn't tell, she trusts you. And what do you do with it? Twist and manipulate into something less than real. Until she isn't who she was, just to prove your point. Jealous bitch? And which side of the mirror is that on compadrea? You best take a look at yourself.
All of you all. Humanity. What a pitiful joke. No, I mean, ok, yes I am a human. I just don't understand. I shouldn't hold myself in such contempt. We are all without guidance in this world. So what, who, does the blame get placed on. The individual.
I'm so sick of people wanting my advice, but not being strong enough to handle it. Ok, maybe I could be more delicate with words... Would be nice if people could have that same consideration. It never changes, this highschool mentality. Maybe I should have gone to university and become a professor. But what good would it do?
Preaching to the suburban, yuppianite who's only taking the course because his father is paying the way and that's what he told him to do.... No, I need to stay at this level. The poverty line, where most people are, how most people live, to determine what is the absolute best cause for resolution.
The Boys and Girls Club. How fucking afterschool special can you make yourself!?
I guess you could call this an Identity Crisis, Malachy is becoming a jock. But by CHOICE!? Malachy, wow. Maybe you just wanna be a cocky space boy the rest of your life? No, not a cold samurai. So maybe I'm a bit dissapointed in myself, for reasons I can't yet understand.
Anyway, this all has a method to it. I guess.
Why am I so upset and dissapointed. No, gotta keep on moving. Yes, the story must go on, I should write some more of it tonight.
Maybe the ending to my new beginning.
Yea, I think it's time.
I think I'm ok now. I love how writting can release this emotion, and seal the rifts at the same time. So I needed to get that out. Wow, the internet is weird.
Thanks for listening. I love you internet land.
<3
Seriously, why are girls that way? Like... So hopeless and lost, and proud, and stuborn, and it's all this big big big mental battle over something that isn't real.
Like. You give away your soul, and it still isn't enough. There are constant tests, and battles, and hurdles, and mind games, and... Girls, are you happy? What does it prove? Wuff wuff, good boy. Right? Ok, so now what?
Oh yea, you hadn't thought ahead. So it's this bitter, vengefull, race. Constantly watching your back, and waiting for a slip up that won't ever come... So what then? Rather than admit humility, you would hold on to that bitter last breath, watching the world crumble in on itself, watching the mushrooms clouds. Just so you never have to speak those words. I was wrong.
I forgive you.
It's ok.
Seriously, why are boys that way? Keep a straight face while you lie through your teeth. Of course she couldn't tell, she trusts you. And what do you do with it? Twist and manipulate into something less than real. Until she isn't who she was, just to prove your point. Jealous bitch? And which side of the mirror is that on compadrea? You best take a look at yourself.
All of you all. Humanity. What a pitiful joke. No, I mean, ok, yes I am a human. I just don't understand. I shouldn't hold myself in such contempt. We are all without guidance in this world. So what, who, does the blame get placed on. The individual.
I'm so sick of people wanting my advice, but not being strong enough to handle it. Ok, maybe I could be more delicate with words... Would be nice if people could have that same consideration. It never changes, this highschool mentality. Maybe I should have gone to university and become a professor. But what good would it do?
Preaching to the suburban, yuppianite who's only taking the course because his father is paying the way and that's what he told him to do.... No, I need to stay at this level. The poverty line, where most people are, how most people live, to determine what is the absolute best cause for resolution.
The Boys and Girls Club. How fucking afterschool special can you make yourself!?
I guess you could call this an Identity Crisis, Malachy is becoming a jock. But by CHOICE!? Malachy, wow. Maybe you just wanna be a cocky space boy the rest of your life? No, not a cold samurai. So maybe I'm a bit dissapointed in myself, for reasons I can't yet understand.
Anyway, this all has a method to it. I guess.
Why am I so upset and dissapointed. No, gotta keep on moving. Yes, the story must go on, I should write some more of it tonight.
Maybe the ending to my new beginning.
Yea, I think it's time.
I think I'm ok now. I love how writting can release this emotion, and seal the rifts at the same time. So I needed to get that out. Wow, the internet is weird.
Thanks for listening. I love you internet land.
<3