Jan 30, 2004 16:45
My father did not have a son, to him, and as a child, I drifted, bleeding to death from unseen savages that tore at the flesh, and gnawed on the bones. I am his blood but not his heart. Should he always remember to forget, I remain still. Broken by his long term goals.
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I was editing my friends list today and I noticed your name on it. Did you add me to your friends list?
-Katie
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You'd be amazed how little this shit really means. I used to be active about all that stuff. Student rights, adult discrimination, social norms and conventions. I was a right little twat. Even arranged a rally at one point. But you know what? I grew up. Moved on. You really do stop caring so much, because one day you will figure out... this shit DOES NOT FUCKING MATTER.
Hahaha. Genetic programming.
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...and i realised that anything you leave public will be read without permission....
there are ways to taper off the undesireables.
but airing your shit publically can be thereapy, hence this live journal, i think, and i love the idea i get to bump minds with others i'd never meat other wise,like you.
it's a risk, but it can worth it, yes?
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