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what's the story?
there is no story...
HERE'S THE STORY:
where are the people willing to expose their lameness, yet not be consumed by it? the only people i find who aren't acting like there isn't a limp in their step are the people who break out crutches and beg for a wheel chair.
'cos i tripped and fell down and felt like an idiot, and people saw, but they've been taught (somehow, yes) to hide their empathy. because, even in the smallest, weakest moments - you are not supposed to look like an idiot.
or whatever. i don't even think that really is the story, here.
BUT. the no-story:
i'm lonely and bored as fuck, and it's driving me crazy. everything i attempt leaves me wildly unsatisfied, and i feel like an asshole for admitting it or a liar for keeping my mouth shut. and i'd rather be a liar, but i can't seem to get out of this. and everytime i talk, i'm biting back some request for help. and when i do ask, i mumble. and when i'm heard, i don't get answers. or hands.
and sometimes i just want to be around someone who tells me i'm ok and will hug me often enough and helps me feel like my work is worthwhile. because i'm not enough reinforcement, here, feeling like i missed a million opportunities, feeling like a ball of knots, feeling like i'm stuck.
what's the story?
there is no story...
HERE'S THE STORY:
where are the people willing to expose their lameness, yet not be consumed by it? the only people i find who aren't acting like there isn't a limp in their step are the people who break out crutches and beg for a wheel chair.
'cos i tripped and fell down and felt like an idiot, and people saw, but they've been taught (somehow, yes) to hide their empathy. because, even in the smallest, weakest moments - you are not supposed to look like an idiot.
or whatever. i don't even think that really is the story, here.
BUT. the no-story:
i'm lonely and bored as fuck, and it's driving me crazy. everything i attempt leaves me wildly unsatisfied, and i feel like an asshole for admitting it or a liar for keeping my mouth shut. and i'd rather be a liar, but i can't seem to get out of this. and everytime i talk, i'm biting back some request for help. and when i do ask, i mumble. and when i'm heard, i don't get answers. or hands.
and sometimes i just want to be around someone who tells me i'm ok and will hug me often enough and helps me feel like my work is worthwhile. because i'm not enough reinforcement, here, feeling like i missed a million opportunities, feeling like a ball of knots, feeling like i'm stuck.