There's a thought within me that tells me that maybe divine intervention has already occurred.
But if so, why do the signs keep coming?
They're driving me insane.
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Everyone's being worn down, it's troubling.
And everything is falling apart, because no one has the strength to care anymore.
This is a shitty time to be rebuilding my life really.
......
But no really. Shit.
Every new path I take, or old path even is leading me to yet another roadblock.
I don't even know what the point is.
What am I supposed to learn here?
Don't trust anyone?
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I'm always here.
I'm always here for you.
You all.
But it's like if I left it, then I would always BE here.
I, being me, would always, ALWAYS, be here.
Just me.
And is it really just me, or is there something terribly fucking sad about that?
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Assign and Eject - Sunday, August 12, 2012 @ 4:59 PM
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Assign and Eject - Sunday, August 12, 2012 @ 4:59 PM
There's a thought within me that tells me that maybe divine intervention has already occurred.
But if so, why do the signs keep coming? They're driving me insane. ******************************* Everyone's being worn down, it's troubling. And everything is falling apart, because no one has the strength to care anymore. This is a shitty time to be rebuilding my life really. ...... But no really. Shit. Every new path I take, or old path even is leading me to yet another roadblock. I don't even know what the point is. What am I supposed to learn here? Don't trust anyone? ************************** I'm always here. I'm always here for you. You all. But it's like if I left it, then I would always BE here. I, being me, would always, ALWAYS, be here. Just me. And is it really just me, or is there something terribly fucking sad about that? |
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 Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world. This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst. My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me. And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre. I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn. *hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.
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