A Generalized Look into the World in Which We Live (Where Members of the Opposite Sex Don't Speak)

[myfriendepicac]

Harboring ill feelings towards someone for reasons that you don't feel the need to explain seems rather pointless. And when they ask you for the thousandth time why you outwardly act towards them with such disdain, with a look of disgust in your eye, you tell them to go figure it out for themselves. But that's what they've been trying to do... trying to figure everything out. It kills them more and more each day. And all the mess that's been created could be so easily cleared up with a short conversation. But you don't feel like it. It's as if you liked the thought of dragging this thing on and on and on and on and on and on and beating it with a stick until it's laying comatose in a hospital with respirator tubes being fed into it's nose. All for what, though? Because you feel like you don't owe anyone an explanation for any of your various actions? You're right. You don't owe anyone an explanation. But that doesn't mean they don't deserve one. And that you shouldn't give them one.

This journal is dead. So is Friendster. And EpicacONE. Peace.