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i can not remember the last time i had a real, genuinely good time. how can that be? i need some striking factor to shake things up a bit. something or someone to entertain me for more than ten minutes. someone i can take home with me. maybe after a while people run out of stories to tell or acts to put on or something as simple as energy. as of late i have established the need to swamp myself in distractions, and quite a few have lined up. schoolwork is an ever-present weight on my back. i finalllllly got a job a few weeks ago. a what? a job! unbelievable, i know. as much as i try to keep myself busy, i still wish i had more time to myself. i haven't written anything down in a while. i went to the library recently and checked out a couple poetry books. zero time for anything of that sort. though as i am beginning to like people less and less, i enjoy books more and more. you could say i am consuming my time or you may call it running away, 'cause i do that fairly well. picking up new habits, letting go of old ones. full circle. i am still frustrated. i am still hurt. i am partly frustrated because i am still hurt. how stupid i must sound.
by the way, if you see this person on the street, RUN AS FAST AND AS FAR AWAY AS YOU CAN. <3
"They say that time assuages.
Time never did assuage.
An actual suffering strengthens
As sinews do, with age.
Time is a test of trouble
But not a remedy.
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no malady."
Emily Dickinson
by the way, if you see this person on the street, RUN AS FAST AND AS FAR AWAY AS YOU CAN. <3
"They say that time assuages.
Time never did assuage.
An actual suffering strengthens
As sinews do, with age.
Time is a test of trouble
But not a remedy.
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no malady."
Emily Dickinson