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I did something bad. Very. Bad. I feel like I've just opened pandora's box. Nothing has happened yet, but the worst things have slow onsets. The next month(s?) will either be okay, or will literally kill me. Nothing in between, and nothing less dramatic.
I don't know what I want. I never have, and I don't think I ever will. Would you jump off a bridge not knowing how deep the water was? It could be REALLY deep and just be the most exhilirating feeling ever, or it could be barely 4 feet deep and you could literally die. Would you want to take that risk, and live in the moment--or should you not, and worry about your future (or lack thereof)??? Life is so confusing, and time constraints on things that shouldn't be rushed are really depressing.
I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. Really. I'm wedged in good.
I also know a dirty little secret. Oh wait, can you call it that? It's not dirty; it's FILTHY. It's not little; it's MONSTROUS. And I'm pretty sure it's not really a REAL secret anymore, since slowly the people YOU think will keep their mouths shut, are the ones who are spewing new stories and incarcerating you more and more by the minute. So I just wanted to let you know...I know your filthy, monstrous, story. In fact, make that storieS. Yes that is plural, STORIES.
bahahahahahaha life is so weird sometimes, all you can do is just sit back and laugh.
I don't know what I want. I never have, and I don't think I ever will. Would you jump off a bridge not knowing how deep the water was? It could be REALLY deep and just be the most exhilirating feeling ever, or it could be barely 4 feet deep and you could literally die. Would you want to take that risk, and live in the moment--or should you not, and worry about your future (or lack thereof)??? Life is so confusing, and time constraints on things that shouldn't be rushed are really depressing.
I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. Really. I'm wedged in good.
I also know a dirty little secret. Oh wait, can you call it that? It's not dirty; it's FILTHY. It's not little; it's MONSTROUS. And I'm pretty sure it's not really a REAL secret anymore, since slowly the people YOU think will keep their mouths shut, are the ones who are spewing new stories and incarcerating you more and more by the minute. So I just wanted to let you know...I know your filthy, monstrous, story. In fact, make that storieS. Yes that is plural, STORIES.
bahahahahahaha life is so weird sometimes, all you can do is just sit back and laugh.