Dec 30, 2004 21:42
Oh I love it, I love it, get me a picture frame for this moment right... here. It's void of anything that would be remotely useful for my progress or regression as a person. It is nothing, it is the same old feeling that chases me what ever my state or situation may be and I can't shake it because I know it's part of me. In fact I'm certain it's a part of me, it's a personality trait that my best look is grim and my necessary reflex is one of morbid contemplation and mild self-pity. So ... I suppose you could accept it and just nod your head because it's probably not going away. I know everyone changes, I know I have changed, in fact I'm afraid to ask in which ways, but certain things remain. ...
screw it, I guess this is how I am. It was always a wonder to me how others chose to be around me and my dwindling amount of social contacts shows a correlation that I could have predicted although the ones that have put up with me deserve more credit than I give them.
Well it's time for me to get over myself again.