I'm not alone.  We're in fact together.  I'm not lonely, and it's not like things are bad.  There's nothing to whine or feel bad about.  The only problem is - this pressure. Never before have I made myself bend my decisions so much, and never before I felt this uncomfortable.  This seems to be a psychological problem.  I am skeptical of everything ( Read more... )

I try not to, but in some cases, it just happens.  When I let this extra step to take place, I become into that person's identity a lot.  I felt the character of House from the tv show House, and thus I got bound with that show.  I felt Sting and his music, and got bound with it.  There are literally few cases where this has happened.  Usually it's ( Read more... )

I have a complicated issue, and I don't know what to do about it ( Read more... )

I suck today.  I get too dramatic.  Things get too heavy to handle, which shouldn't happen. I guess it's December. There is one time in a year when I become extremely vulnerable.  Now is this time for me.  Like I'm having a period or something ( Read more... )

Some people are a great training for me.  They train me to take their punches and handle the pain, after I opened up  to them in honesty, and trust them not to punch me. These unexpected punches are very hurtful, but I enjoy eliminating this emotion of unfairness and pain from my brain, seeing that it makes me more resistant ( Read more... )

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Shit stretches.  Even more so shit compresses.  Shit compresses in such incredible ways, that even the smallest, absolutely tiniest people can be full of it ( Read more... )

I thought that when a girl can't decide what she wants - it's considerate, and thoughtful.

I thought that when a girl doesn't show up when she's supposed to - it's enigmatic, and complex.

I thought that when a girl rarely keeps in touch - it's classy and independent.

I thought that when a girl hides her real thoughts - it's strong and honorable ( Read more... )

I hate to sound negative, but something is up my ass. You would probably ask "What's up your ass, Max?" Well, the whole new apartment deal is up my ass. It was nice, I would take the damn basement, everybody would shut up. Except, the guy started whining. Today I called the guy, and he started whining about how fragile everything is, how they ( Read more... )

I can already start saying goodbye to my old workplace. Hey, baby. You were absolutely non-productive, and were completely diminishing my ability to concentrate, but I'm gonna miss ya anyway.


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