John G (jswm202) wrote, @ 2003-08-19 18:19:00

It's not despair, not even sadness. Just melancholy.

When I have drunk my fill, there still is some of the sweetness in the bottle. But after the sun gets to it, it's disappeared.

I ran out of Coke. It is depressing.

I ran out of time. It is also depressing.

I ran out of ideas and ideals.

I compromise on what I think is right because it feels good and right to me. But how can compromising be the proper thing to do?

You should stand fast to what you think, not flip it on and off like a switch.

I do not. Who do I know that does?

Of course, I can't (I do, but I can not) judge others on their ideals, and their compromises.

My thoughts are mine, and your are yours.

Ideally, there would be no interaction, yet the way that these thoughts are formed is to find out about others and judge them, to see what you want to become.

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