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the girl is so damn sensitive.
actually letting those history books get her down. be depressed. mope.
i mean, honestly, who does this to themselves?
(and who writes about it in a fucking livejournal for that matter?)
she honestly can't help it. she just questions how the hell other people keep living and being okay and not giving a shit about anything remotely beyond their household/social circle.
(and i hate how it sounds like i'm condemning other people for being the way the are. I wish i was apathetic, or just plain oblivious.)
but, damn. it doesn't leave me alone, ever. the feeling that i should be doing something better to ease the pressure from this knot in my throat. everytime i even think about the state of things, of things that no one ever gives a shit about. which is why i write on a fucking livejournal about it.
and dammit how annoying is it to sound like a misunderstood/alone soul? i don't want to be perceived like that.
it's just.
can i please find somebody who can be outraged with me and cry with me about the poor people in latin america or the semi-democracy of the "leader" of the free world or the current administration's environmental policies or the violent protests against immigrants going on in Arizona? and like volunteer with me at the homeless shelter or just go with me to the library to study history and get sad and talk about it with me? i mean.
i really bow to something about this knot in my throat.
i swear!
no one cares. no once carsssssssse]q3we
QLkr
please be a little more dramatic. gross.
actually letting those history books get her down. be depressed. mope.
i mean, honestly, who does this to themselves?
(and who writes about it in a fucking livejournal for that matter?)
she honestly can't help it. she just questions how the hell other people keep living and being okay and not giving a shit about anything remotely beyond their household/social circle.
(and i hate how it sounds like i'm condemning other people for being the way the are. I wish i was apathetic, or just plain oblivious.)
but, damn. it doesn't leave me alone, ever. the feeling that i should be doing something better to ease the pressure from this knot in my throat. everytime i even think about the state of things, of things that no one ever gives a shit about. which is why i write on a fucking livejournal about it.
and dammit how annoying is it to sound like a misunderstood/alone soul? i don't want to be perceived like that.
it's just.
can i please find somebody who can be outraged with me and cry with me about the poor people in latin america or the semi-democracy of the "leader" of the free world or the current administration's environmental policies or the violent protests against immigrants going on in Arizona? and like volunteer with me at the homeless shelter or just go with me to the library to study history and get sad and talk about it with me? i mean.
i really bow to something about this knot in my throat.
i swear!
no one cares. no once carsssssssse]q3we
QLkr
please be a little more dramatic. gross.