yes.
My depression hit a nice point tonight. such an awkward situation I guess I allowed myself to be brought into. A party of eccentric children, I believe I was the only sober person there.
I saw 3- 5 people I actually wanted or could feel comfortable around. Just wondering around, staring off into the void of worthless them. I am the follower I needed a latch, my care was below all of them's recognition. No worry.
It is so interesting this grapevine as some call it how the secondhand information revolving, weaving in, in and out. Does it feel good? Molest collection felt me the need doesn't and I hear this ignorance, just profusely augment Joseph John Sledgianowski's disdain. Fucked. Go to it and speak. I know. Come on this is it, it is exactly what I am saying, what this is that I am exactly saying says it on and on it I am it.
rationally grounded commonsense. All that is implied and outspoken that I eventually welcome, entertain, - idealism. Thank you.
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