Well, you know, the bigger the come, the harder they fall. After the weekend I had, I deserve some not-so nice things to happen to me. It's only fair to be balanced, I figure, but as things in one part of my life get progressively stranger in a great way, that would make it only fitting for the more realistic things to become harder to deal with.
I just hope I can work this out. After all of this time and the effort that's gone in so far, I can't give up. I just wish that there was more I could do, and that I didn't feel like I was so drastically different in my consistency. It's hard to feel one thing and be feeling it for someone who knows how they feel about you, but can't decide what they want of it because of so many outside things. I wish I had a way to prove myself, but words in print can only mean so much, and that makes me disappointed in myself. I ultimately end up feeling terrible, even when I should concievably be angry because of the things said to me. Ah, well.
Either way, I ramble.
g'night.
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Updated On: 11/15/05 at 01:23 AM