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[16 Mar 2004|02:23am] |
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Too many things are going on which i am unhappy with at the moment that i don't want to talk about. (dangeling participle) It sucks because if those things weren't there then i might actually be having a pretty good time. Oh well, like all things, i give up on trying to resolve my bad feelings. Partly because by standard standards i am much much overly sensitive, i have no "right" to those feelings, they are figments (of my emogination) and how after all can you resolve figments? and half because it has thus far proved to be a hopeless endeavor, and in all rights probably reasonably so, since there is nothing of the same consistency or, rather, similiar composition with which to push them about or conduct a reaction, or fundamentally or non-so change them in any way. and half over again because i have nothing to compete with, all my efforts to weild my weapons of self worth have been called foul in petty power plays. Anyway, i've got a whole jar full of wishes of what i wish things could be like, and half of it is embroiled in impossible conflicts, and the other half i never make any of it happen anyway. And, just to note, probably none at all of it is what anyone reading this thinks they know it is (complicated wording to loose those with short atttention spans), unless that person is steve. You, the proverbial "you", are supposed to grab life and all that, but that's for the people who aren't me. What if the grabbing of life is exactly the thing that spoils it? i make no sense, and i don't care, because i'm backwards of everyone else anyway, at least that's what people tell me, and i don't care about that either even if i don't add up, i don't measure up, and i don't make up to "you"(proverbial that is). None (of the people out there) feels like identifying with me, when i start spewing my soul (rather, when i'm given the rare chance to let it leak out) or otherwise, or maybe they just can't, and it doesn't much matter which because either way i'm only left in my own club, and either way i still don't agree that i'm not right just because i don't feel the right way. And maybe that's just the way that i am backwards after all, not that i'm so not right, but that i don't believe i'm not (not right). I just understand things in the way that you do not, and i do not see the blame in that. i have the experience of having things most people are looking for, and not things which other people take for granted to begin with. "You don't know what you are talking about (because you cannot see clearly), and you are too far away anyway (to care about anymore), and you can't live your life dwelling on things (which are no longer important)" These are things i hate to hear. I hate being blamed for what people assume i (do or don't) feel, and to what degree they deem it a correct feeling. i see things in a way that i never did before, but, if the truth must be told, i'm not doing anything besides occasionally playing the ingratiating scapegoat in my mind, and repenting to a place of feeling vile over it, and living my life with my broad company of figments. If you don't like this entry, that's quite alright because i doubt you'll tell me, and maybe you already hate me, as my (most likely) most faithful reader does. which, hahaha, has nothing to do with anything, i just find it genuinely funny. But that's what i get for staying up too late.
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