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No LJ-cuts this time. Read my rant this time, EVERYone.
I love how I can't just be true to my feelings.
I love how I can't just figure out my feelings.
I love how I want what I want, but don't know what I want.
I love how I don't receive any of it.
I'm just about ready to give up. Because everything I do is fruitless and futile.
I don't get the job. I don't get the girl. I don't "get" what I study.
Maybe my place really is flipping burgers somewhere and living at home forever.
Maybe I don't even have a place.
...The people I want don't want me. That's what's killing me the most right now.
ugh
~Oddling
I love how I can't just be true to my feelings.
I love how I can't just figure out my feelings.
I love how I want what I want, but don't know what I want.
I love how I don't receive any of it.
I'm just about ready to give up. Because everything I do is fruitless and futile.
I don't get the job. I don't get the girl. I don't "get" what I study.
Maybe my place really is flipping burgers somewhere and living at home forever.
Maybe I don't even have a place.
...The people I want don't want me. That's what's killing me the most right now.
ugh
~Oddling