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I just wrote a long entry about how much everything sucks, but then I laughed when I saw the horrible face of my own hypocrisy. What kind of person uses their stupid public journal to bitch about how depressed they are? HMM? THERE IS A WORD FOR THOSE TYPES OF PEOPLE, YOU KNOW! And it's a word that I loathe.
And, yet, that just makes things worse, seeing how much I resemble that which I despise. But there I go, bitching again. Bitch. I'm such a little bitch.
I can see why people get addicted to drinking and drugs. It's easy to satisfy that sort of craving. There's always a bar around the corner, and there's always a dealer ON the corner. But attempting to satisfy a deep, soulful longing for meaning? NOT SO FUCKING SIMPLE. It's a good thing I know so many dealers, because I just lost my favorite addiction.
They have drugs that emulate love, don't they?
And, yet, that just makes things worse, seeing how much I resemble that which I despise. But there I go, bitching again. Bitch. I'm such a little bitch.
I can see why people get addicted to drinking and drugs. It's easy to satisfy that sort of craving. There's always a bar around the corner, and there's always a dealer ON the corner. But attempting to satisfy a deep, soulful longing for meaning? NOT SO FUCKING SIMPLE. It's a good thing I know so many dealers, because I just lost my favorite addiction.
They have drugs that emulate love, don't they?