I'm pretty sure I'm repeating myself. I think that a lot lately. The thing is, see, I've written 194,201 words since this all started to end or whatever it did. Things I've written there haven't been censored at all, but neither have they been me because they've been anonymous.
Okay, so those words aren't here. They're elsewhere. You just have to know what to Google. Good luck finding them.
Anyway.
In ten days I'll write a quickie called Eleven or something like that. It will happen. Unless it doesn't.
I don't know what I want. I know I've written that before. It's just a fucked up situation. It's a problem with no solution, at least not a solution that I have any control over.
People can change, but it's rare. People can give a shit, but it's more rare. People can admit the truth to themselves, but that's the most rare of all.
There was another site, not mine. I can't think of the name of it for sure. Some place for anonymous venting. I wrote one thing on that site, once, well over a year ago.
I'm in love with a girl I can't stand. I miss her constantly, but then as soon as I'm with her I can't wait to get away.So, maybe not particularly nice, but still honest.
And the funny thing is, it doesn't end. My feelings haven't changed one iota. My thoughts have run the gamut, but my feelings, my feelings are still the same as they've been for over eight years now.
If I believed in God, I'd become an atheist just to spite the cocksucker. No way no how do I deserve this. Nobody deserves this.
I'm actually in a decent mood right now.
I'm pissed about that.
I don't know the right things to Google. :o(
posted by: NakedGirl | November 10, 2011 4:30 PM
Ancient Chinese secret!
posted by: dave | November 10, 2011 5:48 PM