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Archive: From 2009
Such as:
Yeah, your typical Shyamalanian twist that was one of two things:
Ok so yeah, a girl. My question for myself:
Why must "how things are going" dictate my overall state of being?
If i'm having a great day with her, all things are on the sunny side. It's all hello to strangers and laugh about everything and be more patient with everyone time.
If I don't hear from her for, fuck, even half the day, everything fucking sucks. I even saw an old lady have trouble going down the escalator the other day, and obviously needed help. Of course, there was a very able-bodied gentleman already to the rescue, but I, in my "FUCK THE WORLD for making me lonely" state, just kept walking by. In fact, seeing that made me even more agitated.
And here I sit, waiting for her call, and she doesn't call. And it's not her fault. She's with important people who she won't see again for a while, and that's okay. I'll still be here tomorrow and the day after that, so it's best for her to be where she is right now. Why then, do I feel like a mess? Like she doesn't care (though she really does), or like I'm being abandoned (which she isn't doing), or like I'm not longer wanted. Like she finally saw through my facade of confidence and happiness.
I don't now what's wrong with me
Such as:
- Playing in a band
- Getting psyched for teaching
- Doing bl
Yeah, your typical Shyamalanian twist that was one of two things:
- Predictable in every which way. Holy shit, the stench of that turner was well sniffed out before the popcorn lost its DIY add more butter flavor to it.
- Absolutely pointless. This gives no resolution for the ninety previous minutes of awkwardly cast, shitty acting.
Ok so yeah, a girl. My question for myself:
Why must "how things are going" dictate my overall state of being?
If i'm having a great day with her, all things are on the sunny side. It's all hello to strangers and laugh about everything and be more patient with everyone time.
If I don't hear from her for, fuck, even half the day, everything fucking sucks. I even saw an old lady have trouble going down the escalator the other day, and obviously needed help. Of course, there was a very able-bodied gentleman already to the rescue, but I, in my "FUCK THE WORLD for making me lonely" state, just kept walking by. In fact, seeing that made me even more agitated.
And here I sit, waiting for her call, and she doesn't call. And it's not her fault. She's with important people who she won't see again for a while, and that's okay. I'll still be here tomorrow and the day after that, so it's best for her to be where she is right now. Why then, do I feel like a mess? Like she doesn't care (though she really does), or like I'm being abandoned (which she isn't doing), or like I'm not longer wanted. Like she finally saw through my facade of confidence and happiness.
I don't now what's wrong with me