Even the worst of the worst, Dami, making me doubt whether my principles are valid- and I still think about that, but he put me a step up in patience and tolerance...some much-needed tolerance even though he, himself, was too much to handle.
But, it's not about Dami, I'm done dealing with him. It's more like about everybody. I have to say, sometimes I my encounters are worthless, and just 'teach' me that a portion of the world are knobs. I don't have anyone in mind, I try to forget the knobs---so don't get all flipping-out-"oh, that's me, *eternal sob*". If you were a knob you would probably not be reading this...
I have to say I learned how to deal with things the hard way...or actually, I like to think I did since I don't actually have and decent evidence to support myself. Over and over again though, I feel like there are some things that required complete apathy.
Apathy doesn't go anywhere though. It's the stationary dull that wavers in and out of reality so that all the sharp things pass through it. Nothing can touch it and that's the thing, my dear watson... Because everything passes through a liquid wall- everything except for air. Doesn't matter if it's a hockey puck or a cupcake.
Speaking of hockey pucks...maybe it's more like air hockey...now i lost my train of thought...i shouldnt stop my post and go to a concert and then start again in the middle of the next day...[is posting anyway to avoid having too many drafts]
3 comments:
yea, Deval is silly. you should totally vote for Grace Ross... heh, your dad would love that.
You lost me with the air hockey.
You should be a philosopher... a German one.
eternal sob,
Veg
=P <3
i would rather prefer the cupcakes. not any one kind in particular, but i would like a fluffy one. or maybe they could make a hockey puck out of cupcake. now that's "wow, i can't believe it's cupcake"
-lea
They came in the night. I heard their boots -- hollow and sharp and terrible in the still air. It's the boots I'll remember. I peered out under the crack of the door as they marched past. Just glimpses, that's all I saw; flashes of black swarming past. All I could do was pray that it wasn't me they would find... Maybe, if it was just a routine... If they didn't know I was here. They never left empty handed. They always found something, someone, I just prayed it wouldn't be me. I just needed a little more time-- a day, a week, I don't know. I couldn't let them stop me, not when I was this close.
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