shell
"no part of me is original. i am the combined effort of everybody i've ever known."
of course i know the resentment i feel is hardly fair: i know i can't claim ownership over these things. and as always, i can't help but to think that you're probably the only one who would understand, but that's no use if i don't know where you are.
i scarcely imagined it would, but the history of love made me cry. two years ago this observation wouldn't have been as curiously puzzling as it is to me now. no, it wouldn't even have drawn notice to itself - at the very least, it would have been worth an absent-minded (slightly egocentric) note of its validation of my sentimentality.
i'm not entirely sure of what i'm trying to prove here.
of course i know the resentment i feel is hardly fair: i know i can't claim ownership over these things. and as always, i can't help but to think that you're probably the only one who would understand, but that's no use if i don't know where you are.
i scarcely imagined it would, but the history of love made me cry. two years ago this observation wouldn't have been as curiously puzzling as it is to me now. no, it wouldn't even have drawn notice to itself - at the very least, it would have been worth an absent-minded (slightly egocentric) note of its validation of my sentimentality.
i'm not entirely sure of what i'm trying to prove here.