Have you ever pondered your existance? It's not a task for the faint of heart. The more you dwell on yourself, the more you realize that you are not who you want to be. You don't act like you really want, treat people the way you think you should. And, in the course, you begin to see that you are a reall a**. And, even though you know you are, you can't do anything to change what you've become. You do it without thinking. It's similar to a phantom itch amputees get in spot where their foot used to be. The only thing you can do is deal with it, and turn it into part of your mystique. Cause then you're not an a*****e who thinks only of themselves, you're a mysterious loner who says what's on their mind. Granted it's a very cheep thing to do, but who said you were a saint?
 lishuss · Tue May 24, 2005 @ 04:54pm · 0 Comments |
