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You know... one day I am actually goin' to write a happy post. It is goin' to start like "Dear Livejournal world, I am happy". However, today is not that day. Instead I shall put that down at the bottom of a very long list of things I mean to do.
Yeah, I did a stupid thing today at work... I started thinking about "What-if?"s again. Yet again I thought about it so much that it became more real to me than actual reality. So of course I got perturbed and of course that eventually led me to become depressed. So here I am writing this post all depressed over shit that hasn't even happened(as if I couldn't find enough shit to depress me that I gotta' start makin' shit up). I just want someone to wrap their arms around me and tell me that it was all a bad dream and that it will all go away. However, that kinda' 50s Leave it to Beaver shit doesn't exist anymore. If it did I wouldn't have to write this shit now would I? No... in today's society this kinda' comfort is given out in doses. The comfort and love we used to find from our family or loved ones has now become a mass produced pill for our convenience. Yep...this has truly become a perfect world. A world without orphans, for now a child can have a whole family of pills... at least for a price.
"We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul"
Yeah, I did a stupid thing today at work... I started thinking about "What-if?"s again. Yet again I thought about it so much that it became more real to me than actual reality. So of course I got perturbed and of course that eventually led me to become depressed. So here I am writing this post all depressed over shit that hasn't even happened(as if I couldn't find enough shit to depress me that I gotta' start makin' shit up). I just want someone to wrap their arms around me and tell me that it was all a bad dream and that it will all go away. However, that kinda' 50s Leave it to Beaver shit doesn't exist anymore. If it did I wouldn't have to write this shit now would I? No... in today's society this kinda' comfort is given out in doses. The comfort and love we used to find from our family or loved ones has now become a mass produced pill for our convenience. Yep...this has truly become a perfect world. A world without orphans, for now a child can have a whole family of pills... at least for a price.
"We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul"